shadowgeist

i can't help but wonder if everything i do is worth it because right now all i can feel is the harsh truth of my mistakes so when someone asks me was it worth it? i don't know what i'll say because right now all i can see is the blinding light reflecting off of my flaws i suppose in the end, i'll truly know if it was worth it but from now until then all i will see is right now and unless right now is worth it i will have to wait i don't know if i'm ready was it worth it

they say jumping in is the best way to experience new things but this isn't new i know exactly what it feels like i know that there is no bottom for me to hit

'content' was always a far-off concept for me as i sat in one place waiting to be happy waiting for peace to find me and when it did not come i wandered but i went too far and could not return i got lost once. i've since made that place my home.

I have just over five years to become someone better, an enhanced version of my current state. I will change the world by changing me.

The summer surrounds me, enveloping my senses and overwhelming my existence. I breathe the breeze as the sun warms my skin, and I walk along the illuminated path to the hazy horizon. This is the time I feel alive, whole again. Your eyes reflect the warmth as I stare into them. These months have long days and long nights, in which I plan to get to know you better. I have time.

The mantis kneels down to prey Upon yet another unfortunate victim. Her black heart is widowed again.

My eyes alight with the coming dawn, I climb for the sunrise. Upward, outward, forward. Onward. Every burden passed, I sprint for clarity. Upward, outward, forward. Onward. A freshness sourrounds me and I cast my gaze to the future. Upward, outward, forward. Onward. Mountain peaks beneath my feet, I am calm. Here, now, forever. Crystal clear.

Quiet oceans wait for me, beyond my Eiffel Tower dreams. These city skies and plastic lies are far too useless for my eyes. I still just wait for fate to take the time it needs to set me straight and direct me where the air is clear. I fear that I cannot wait here. All around lie lying lovers, lusting after one another. Corrupted corpses flood the streets as cowards cower in defeat. The signs all say that I should stay and suffer though each passing day, but words of vandals, vagabonds, tell me I've been here too long. The shadows made by city lights are never really ever right. A frightened fool, I followed fast, and false friends t