It's as if my brain is too big for my skull. It's as if the very sounds themselves will cause my mind to break. Such is the power of words wrought of emotion, even if those words aren't meant for these ears to hear.
I regret, but I will look forward. I will keep moving, even without you here anymore. But that doesn't mean I don't think of you. I think of you, perhaps too much. I want you to live, even if it's just in my thoughts.
I want to believe that I am superior to the foolish beliefs of the people of this Earth, yet I know that I am just as foolish. Am I allowed to blame the people around me?
Maybe if I try again, I'll finish it this time. Still, there have already been so many beginnings that I can't find the one I want anymore.
I have finally realized what I aspire to be. I have finally realized I will never be what I aspire to be.
I don't even know anymore. I can't even write about drowning or death or blood or disaster anymore. I'm gone.
I miss you, but you don't miss me. I want you back, but you don't want me. I think of you, but you don't think of me. At least, that's what I think, and last time, I thought so wrong. So tell me I'm wrong.