This odd sense of comfort, the want to wrap your shell in warm iron, illuminated by an inferno, to melt the sickly sweet candy coating other eyes transposed upon you.

They want to panic you into transforming your mind into theirs. They create doubt with their gazes, unwilling and arousing disapproval.

So confused that one begins to mix and match, starts to misconstrue the lines between lust and love, work and play, and not knowing where or how or when to get out.

Inspired to jump from the highest spire into the moonlit flood is…unexpected to say the least.

How?

Made it through to the other side. Pilgrim. Clark. The dark coals burn every ounce of progression, but this fire will not consume me, it is powerless.

All are the same. All are different. All have something to offer. I just want one. The one who bathes in the pale moonlight.

Ghosts in only the reflection taint the day and fill the night with joy.

Hold back who you are. You are too much. You are not enough.

Trapped in a world that I want to be apart of. Trapped in a world I don’t belong in.

Let go, don’t look back.