Tonight.

Someday soon I will look back at my youth and understand just how self enamored we all truly are. To be so young and to take ourselves so seriously is nothing short of chaos. However, the process must continue. I lose track of now and set my sights upon the future, considering all that could possibly be, and in this respect I have become the only force liable for the destruction of my creations. It is still not over, not in my mind, not in my dreams. This is the haunt of bitterness and anger, of lust and rejection. I am stepping into the void again, I am glaring into the distance. Is anyone looking back? I sure as hell hope so... I need a good savior.