Im but a passing fancy. A missed second look. Because lonely is all Ive ever been Ive become one of those people who are honest and truly better of alone. No matter how happy I make you, regardless what fun weve had or what you think weve come to mean to one another... eventually I will let you down. In this world the most comfortable place for me has always been inside of my own head. As terrifying a place as that is sometimes, its also familiar. Its home and at least Im acquainted with the monsters who live there. Out here Im always guessing. Always guessing wrong. Its like the closer I get, to anyone, the more I come to realize that none of us ever truly knows another. Do we really know anything at all?
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 05:07:13 +0000