i've never told a lie and that makes me a liar.

with my eyes closing and my hands getting heavy, im letting my fingers do the talking.

theres so much im not sure of right now, so much that if i lay in bed and think of my future, my present, my goals, who i am, i can easily get overwhelmed.
so i dont.
i just go with things. phone conversations, meeting new voices, going places ive never been, making plans ill never complete. this is me. this is my life.

confusion cant get ahold of me when i wont allow it, when i dont care. ill fall in love with fiction and live vicariously through the screen.
im not writing in the fashion i normally do, but sometimes you have to live outside of the box. its a side effect of the desire, the romance, the reality.

charm me.