
I walk this earth an alien
no place here for a castaway
surrounded all the time
still alone
My blood, it’s not like yours
it repels
it taints
it makes things you love disappear
"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, to the world around me"

I walk this earth an alien
no place here for a castaway
surrounded all the time
still alone
My blood, it’s not like yours
it repels
it taints
it makes things you love disappear

Pray not for a lighter load, but for stronger shoulders. – Augustine of Hippo