On the outside I'm white, but inside where veins pulse and blood flows I'm dark. Angry and depressed--mind lost thanks to being stressed. The only thing in my body that isn't dark is my heart. It's locked up in a vault
because it holds solid gold compassion and sensitivity which I present to those I love. I must have two hearts because they tell me I wear one on my sleeve when it's hidden under emotions and the soul that thrives constantly everyday lurking in the depths of solitude of with in. It swims up to the rim and resurfaces at night when everyone is happily dreaming and I'm consciously living through my own nightmare of choices and decisions that must be made. God, when it comes to the future I'm so afraid not of the amount of money I'll get paid, but the line this pen is drawing me to and the direction it's writing me in. I feel like a dog on a leash being pulled into a living compass. I'm going in all directions north south east and west. I can't figure out which way is best. They say have as much fun while your young. Well for me that's done. That's one thing faced by everyone.