the streets are lined with truth and i walk through them. sometimes tehy walk through me. thoughts are like blood sometimes when i think about boy and sex and everything in between. I collect my thoughts as if they will stain me, murder me, and then maybe ressurrect me or leave on the stone floor of my mind. they say that no one really likes to be alone and i know that i am one of them. god, how i want that skin. i want it on my lips and hands and fingetrs