Eros

When people ask me who I am, what am I supposed to say. Other than the proper mannerism of your name, how are you supposed to see yourself. I see myself as a boy who struggles to find someone to set them free. Who sits and waits for their lover like a loyal dog. I see myself as someone who abides their time for when its right to leave. I wait for when its my turn to leave these people who I call my friends and family. I'll stay until I know they're stable enough to handle my disappearance. But they don't need to know that I am temporary. They don't need to know that I still hurt when I see them smiling while I cannot bring myself to look upon joys face. All they need to know is I am chained to my art like a dog chained to a pole. I wait until I am released when I have finished my wait. Then I look upon my saviors face, weep, and leave to find my own path. Whether it be through life, or the mist of death, I find my path. Like those before me have found theirs. 

I write a book known as "The Road Through the Void" which I hope to publish in a trilogy....Or maybe more.