So tired, very confused. damn i am out of my element. im fire what are you? well my flame has grown black, no longer the red that encouraged bravery and other crap. time flies by, pendulum swings, grains of sand fall, hands tick. I dont know where to go from here. Get busy dying, get busy living, i want the middle one. No longer myself right now, hate it and love it. Want to reach out with a hand but turn it into a fist if someone gets close. Create a alter ego, call him fenix let him say everything and do on to others that I am to meek to do, let my weaker self ........... juss sit in the shadows of a poor lit room