I'd give the moon if it were mine to give.

- the derogatory term for a soul like you
You could teach me a thing or two, if you weren’t so dead.You could have been my fountain of knowledge, of philosophical reason, which Mum told me you got really into, before plummeting to the deepest part of the universe. Past Mariana’s trench. Beyond the depths of hell. Surpassing my 6 year old comprehension, forcing loads of a life I haven’t lived on my shoulders, souly, inducing me with the proven fact of innocence, or rather, taking that from me. If only you understood, if only I could have understood it all.

Were you here before? the lights light up above,were they on, were you there?
I have questions now, I am growing up, I need to understand.

’I don’t care if it hurts, I just want to have control’

Now, ’08, incident ’89 through ’96, re-lapse ’05.

Where am I, where did I go, & how did I get back. I re-gained my poetic sanity, about a week ago, I’m back to normal. I came to this conclusion, yesterday. Basically, in the box, this is how I think, I put every action every sentence spoke to me, everything that comes at me in a more poetic sense, I suppose you could say, in my head I make everything seem a lot better than it actually is. (then why am I so negative?) I believe thats to counter-act how happy-go-lucky my thoughts are. I am not a sucker for punishment, nor am I a self destructive human being.



Heres the skinny on me.
I like logic, I am a Gemini. I do well in school, but I don't go. I am still young, yet I lie about my age. I am currently doing nothing with my life other than wasting away with my 'significant' other.