so, you're wrong and i'm right. i try to fight this, but it just runs through my fingers.
please, drink some more, lovely.
that was after all christ's first miracle right? changing water into booze..?
be that martyr. dream big. die big. be the hit they wish they missed.
the future looks bleak from my window...
can you see it?
inspire me.
- no apologies.
- i'm a simple soul inside a complex human form. i'm trying to escape. my condition is unsettling, my learned past contradicts my thirst for new knowledge. how do i become fearless? fear is a rationalization of the illogical... am i inept to handle my own realities?
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