until he's been tamed. I've been known to be introverted when i've been wounded. I close doors, windows, and pretty much anything that can make it possible to get a handle on me. I'll never tell you the reason that this hurts so bad. I won't tell you that the bottles do nothing for me but help my surrender. I'm concious of nothing, light headedness leaves me a dreary scene. Palm trees do nothing in a season of falling leaves like the sun does nothing for the winter chills. I appreciate you for trying to be a scapegoat but where am i going? You've got a city that never sleeps and instincts that are nothing like mines. I am a consequence, a pathogen going through trials and tribulations that is hoping to come out clean again. So please don't fill your head with the weight because it was made for bright ideas not extra baggage.
" hold my breath to communication, only just a taste."