This Is Not My Life. These Are

Pain Is Not Wat You Get, It Is Wat You Give.

There's A Part Of Me That Thinks Perhaps We Go On Existing In A Place Even After We've Left It.

This Is Not My Life. These Are Not My Cobwebs. This Is Not The Darkness I Was Designed For.

Things In Life Have No Real Beginning, Though Our Stories About Them Always Do.

No Shame In Saying That I Felt A Loneliness Drifting Through Me. Funny How It Was, Everyone Perched In Their Own Little World With The Deep Need To Talk, Each Person With Their Own Tale, Beginning In Some Strange Middle Point, Then Trying So Hard To Tell It All, To Have It All Make Sense, Logical And Final.