As if breathing wasnt enough, the body also requires the mind to wonder. Careening between thoughts of fact and thoughts of ideals. She stares through the supernatural and sees a cord, a connection, but does he see it? I try to ignore what bares before me, unfortunately, I can't. It hapened too many times... I shall be loved before falling. Yet, that doesnt bother me as much as the sound my body makes as it sucks in the world into my lungs when all I wanna do is dwell in confusion and sleep....for a while...forever. Stay away from what's toxic caused by others who believe that I should bare their problems when truly, I can't even bare them.