I am nothing.

I exist as a translucent being, floating unconsciously through time and space.

I was everything.

I wish to remain nothing forever....

Kind yet stone cold

Weak but indescribably strong

Beggar, bleeder, giver, chooser

Words, words, words

Depicting destructive descriptions....

The inhalation of annihilation.

Soon Lucifer comes with me to celebrate what I have wished upon for years.

I am gazing into the Earth’s eyes.

Is something I have longed for, something I fear?

The river whispers to let go of my misery in the curvature of her lines.

Hold pain near.

As the sun rests upon the mountains, his heavy eyes still allow him to shine....

I am made up entirely of rage fueled flames.

Flames so prominent even the calmest of seas could not convince the fire to stop burning.

Soon the Earth will turn to ash....

Will you let me hold you with blood on my hands?...

93 million miles away, there is a burning ball of flames.

Too far from our reach, but not from our gaze.

If you could, would you hold the sun?

To hold it is to not run.

Do you truly want it?

It will give you warmth,

but is the heat too much?...

The good brings the bad.

The bad brings the good.

Pain is not to avoid,

But to be understood.

When the hurt comes your way,

life punches you in the face,

Do not try to run,

For this is not a race.

Sit with disdain,

Tears on your face,

And soon you will learn,

To dance in the rain....

Using products that contain hundreds of toxic chemicals, I cover my freckles and clear restlessness some call dark circles.

I scrorch my hair with the heat of a thousand suns, to change the way that it is naturally done.

I put on a t-shirt three times my size, to cover up a body I try hard to hide.

I walk out of my door only to find, that there is nothing but utter darkeness outside.

I then ta...

How can the very brain I was born into hate the way it operates?

How can the very body that was always destined to carry my soul, hate the way it looks?

How can the very face that is a representation of all those before me, who have shared a love so deep, despise the eyes that allow it to see the greenest of trees?

How can the very hands that have held the dearest of faces, break the skin of its...