dawn breaks overhead again, this is what we were made to do. everyone kills themselves, and each other, over finding where the beginning began, the answer just seems so obvious to me, but maybe its just not the same for them, this is what i was made to do. so i found my sister, i found her in the last place i would dare to go, shes the one shes the one, shes the one in the spotlight and im just hiding backstage, and i can deal with that. im alive again. this is what we were made to do. is it really okay to kill one to save a hundred? someones gotta love that one too, right? these things probably wont end, just develop a capacity for them, and i can deal with that. im alive again. tangibility.... walking towards those questions and those answers quietly, softly, like a child at a piano with no concept of a music theory, just do it, just doing it, this is what i was made to do. this was meant to be mine. im alive again.





i picked the blister off my hand again, just like every other scab ive ever had. this has nothing to do with anything else, but i really liked how haley said that presents werent promises and kisses werent contracts. and no one thinks i pay attention... this is what i was made to do.