The cold is starting to come in and I feel alone and empty. I see them around, the people I call friends. But I being unable to feel their heat gives me the sense of being friends with a ghost. I feel like I am in the middle of everything, between the space of what could be, or what could never be. This is me, under the stair case of blue horizons of never shading fantasy.
Im not sure where this will lead but thats a bit of the point, anything could happen from here to there. But if there is anything i can promise you… its that it will always be interesting.