Someday... I hope to find myself in the mirror.
I hope to see the world a bit clearer and maybe one day I'll feel at home again.
When I'm alone I think that I wish to convey my dreams... But first I have to have them.
Only I hear my silent screams.
They say alot of things, yet nothing worth writing down... Except maybe song lyrics written verbatim on a restaurant napkin only to be thrown away at a later date.
Maybe I'm saying this a bit too late but being constantly reminded of your virtues takes away from the value and therefore your self worth hereby idolizeing the worst of strange men and women on the covers of magazines.
The only way to stay afloat these days is pills.
The only way to escape is street drugs but...
If you try to escape or if you try to do more than float...
You're bound to be rounded up then locked up in a physical cell.
As humans we like to think that our brain is not locked up in a mental cell...
We like to imagine that we are well and free but we dare not say it at risk of being wrong.
