To prove myself to the world.
To keep myself firmly planted in reality and escape from my nightmares.
To feel out-of-control in this overly controlled environment.
To scream at the top of my lungs in protest.
To keep you in my head, but out of my heart.
To lose it all in the blink of an eye, and feel excited about it.
To grasp to something just to feel anything but alone.
To keep coming back for more, just because I can.
To give up control, because I'm tired of having to decide.
To put myself back together, or watch me fall apart.
~Hands like secrets are the hardest things to keep from you. You dismantle me.~