The farther down the posts are, the older. I'm keeping them all to see how I've changed.

The bulb above me twitched, blurred, then popped. The shrapnel fell around me. The light was somehow still there, and intensified before blinding me into complete darkness. Air whistled past my ear; clothes stuck to my skin. I was falling at an incredible speed, but no fear or worry was evident in my body. Calm. Euphoric. The darkness surrounded me and consumed my body like fluid. It drowned me in its cold thoughts and empathetic missions. And as it rushed into my body I could not admit to any panic. It had put me in some kind of lifeless serenity. It was a tranquil demeanor that I'd never felt so true to. 

Here I sit, in an empty bath tub, yet still I drown within my own thoughts.

I can sit here and look for hours and not find anything wrong. Because they're perfect. They are perfect to me. And I can't say a word because I'm taken aback by the beauty, even if no one sees it but me. 

Are we trying to find a new life, or a run from an inevitable death? 

At night in my dreams
 You dance on a tightrope of weird
 Oh but when I wake up
 You're so normal that you just disappear
 You're so straight like commuters
 With briefcases towing the line
 There's no residue of a torturer
 Inside of your eyes
~^--^~
About Me: The only things that matter... Love and Life
 I love:
Youtube and Youtubers (Shoutout to Ian Coullahan-http://www.youtube.com/user/iancoullahan1 )
Food
Wattpad (Of course)
Gaming
All of the Bands
And 
MOST IMPORTANTLY...
Edward Christopher Sheeran (DOB:2/17/91) !