wilderness.

yes,
i've managed to
deal out these threats
with a straight face.

yes,
they were all
straight out of the
handbook.
nothing new.

and yes,
there is no way
in this world except
for the one you make
yourself.
i'll give you that.

this, however,
is not an animal farm.
there are no perks of being a wallflower.
and, quite frankly,
i could care less if you let me go.
in fact, please do.

i've found a stone mannequin.
cold to the touch,
but beautiful.
yes, she is beautiful.
i took her hand
and she spoke to me.
these words,
her words,
have become my own.
when life bursts into flames,
i will cling to these syllables
to be reborn.
but what is rebirth
when there is no reform?

if there ever were a dream
too large to manifest,
it would be what i see when
i close my eyes,
but there's no winner
in a game of
truth or dare.
simply participants.
simple participants.

one day, i'd like
people to shout my
name until they lose
their voice.

one day, i'd like
to be
perfectly content
with the whole world.

and one day, i'd
absolutely adore
to show you what i see.
destruction, yes,
but it is beautiful.
yes, she is beautiful.


we are not the same.