I became friends with my nightmares. I consider them my personal artwork. My twisted sense of dreams. - M "What are you so afraid of?" He asked. "The boy in my dreams," I replied, slowly raising my eyes to see the reaction on his shadowy face,"or rather who I become when I'm with him."

My existence was simple, basic, routine. That was until he came into my life. Everything is chaos now and I don't even know where to begin. You'd think I'd hate it, but I've never felt more alive.