We are running away from ourselves.
An endless race that we will never win.
Chased by our shadows, snapping at our heels.
The demons that haunt us will not go
away. At best, we can silence them. But always they lurk, waiting
patiently in the cracks of our souls.
At worst, they take over us.
We are broken. But we don't know why.
And so we wallow in our brokenness.
Because we know nothing else.
Because “normal” doesn't exist.
Because we don't understand.
Because we are overtaken by the
overwhelming, sickening feeling that something inside us is very
wrong.
And so we wander on, existing on the
edges of society. Blurred, faded, transparent.
You will see us in the corner of your
eye.
Lost in our addictions, lost in
ourselves, lost in each other.
It is the biggest tragedy of all; that
we, the most fucked up of all, are capable of love. We are capable of
loyalty. Your innocence, your sweetness, your decency.
And yet, we simply cannot live with
ourselves.
