Its kind of crazy when one person can take over your emotions. when one person can control your every thought and feeling. forcing you to turn over your life to them, to be theirs for the rest of your life if you like it or not. its hard to realize the constant nagging of your brain and the thought of your controller stomping on your heart. pulling all your strings, pushing all your buttons, smashing them down so they may never come back up. when you cant stand it any longer, your tittering on the brink of insanity, you fall. you fall straight down into a never ending hole. one you will never have the chance or ability to climb your way out. during your never ending free fall you Finlay notice, everything thats going on, everything your feeling, you've been taken over, your mind is gone, just a puppet, dangling from the one little thread you have left and above if your puppet master, conducting your last step. then taking scissors and cutting you down. releasing you from his grasp, leaving you there, broken, immobile, alone. left to sit and think about what has happened, what you have done. then you notice that your puppet master was your everything. every step you took, every breath, every thought was because of him, for him. just cant help but miss and love the was he makes you think and move. still you reside in your broken daze. waiting for your master to pick you back up, brush off the dust and dirt, retie your strings. and make you think and feel his thoughts and movements again.
