A lost boy named Jack.

I worship nature because there's a feeling I get in the woods that I've never felt in a church. I'm a Wiccan, I'm a writer, and an artist.

Someone once told me that I'll never know what it's like to experience real pain. But here I am writing this at 3:00 a.m wondering how life would keep taking its toll if I were no longer here. I thought that maybe feeling like you're in the wrong body was one of the strongest pains, but not knowing who you really are came in first. I know I cry almost every night about this, and I just know I'll always keep feeling lost and confused. I let out silent screams in hopes for no one to hear just so I can have more time being alone as I am suffering with a dangerous mind and aching heart. Sometimes the only words escaping my mouth is the name of someone, someone who started a fire in my heart and burned it down to the core. It was someone who promised to never leave but did, and losing someone you love was just another strong pain. Then they ask why I go to bed so early, and it is because I wish I wouldn't wake up at 3:00 a.m to think about these things and keep drowning in my own thoughts. I think that if real pain isn't experienced at 3:00 a.m then I don't know how else, and if these pains aren't real then I don't know what is.