Wednesday, November 25, 2009


I can only think that some day this will feel normal, but I don't know if I want that day to come. Tension brings friction and friction brings static and static brings sparks. Sparks start fires and I'm a true pyro. But my breath is short and my chest is beating loudly. Air seems to hold more than oxygen and nitrogen, something that makes my head spin. Dazed and confused. But not confused. Determined to complete two contradictory goals, to succeed while failing and fail at success. Is success so important? Is it more important than freedom failure brings... or is this all just a day dream.