Destruction is so beautiful. I havent felt this in so long. that fear. that insatiable need. its fucking intense. God when they dont fufill your desires it kills, but when they do, you dont feel like they challenge you enough and you push away. i would kill to lay with you under the stars. But i guess the shit we would kill for just never gets done, because most people arent hidden in a jail cell... i dont know. everything seems inadequate. im always wanting out of my house but then wheres home? where does my heart lie? i once said friends are where the heart is. what if you feel like you have none? my hearts lost in the tides. god dammit. i cant fight the waves to get it back. its lost forever. lets mourn my loss.