The baby wings have slowly withered away. i feel myself going down the wrong path. I see, feel, and hurt. i have myself caught up in this world like its a mythicale question. I'm living it like a myth, i believer in love at first sight, i believer in mythical stories, and fairy tales. i believe, but what is really happening, is me going down, not the yellow brick road, but the invisible brick road.
October 11, 2010