Hmm. Seems I wrote myself out last update. Now all I have is just some broken thoughts rattling around in my head that i need out for the sake of writing something.

Things are, shall we say, a little hazy. hypocritial, maybe. unsure.

I feel differing sides all around me, trying to goad me into things I have no desire for.

I feel useless to those that matter to me.

And there's the matter of the unseen. Those who do not know me, or know very little. Do they even want to know me? Am i being kept away for a reason?

I struggle to make it, just like you do.

I can bleed. Just like you can.

I have a history, Like all others. Mine Winds down some nasty corridors. Ones I hope you have never had or have to walk. But it is mine, and it is my baseline for what i do in the current. It also is out to get me sometimes, too. Starring as that little voice in my head that tells me no matter what, it's all going to be a washout and that all will come apart in the film endlessly running in my head. "When will it stop," it chides, "Being seen as poor luck, and start being seen as fate?"

As soon as I'm dead.

I am trying to understand it all. I am trying to believe.

My tolerance grows dangerously thin for a lot of things, and we are coming to a fork in the path And we will have to choose.

The Path is up to you.

Or maybe I got it all wrong, and all I can see is conflict where there is none. Assure me, then. Because again, My history tells me otherwise. it's telling me to prepare.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Show me I'm wrong.


Can you heal what father's done?
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?