I'm a beast, hungry for affection and excitement. I dream of wondrous things, of apocalypses which only I can prevent. My hands that know so little of tenderness pick up lost souls and press them agaisnt my chest in sign of love. But do I love? Really, perhaps all that I really enjoy is my own feeling of intoxication at the very thought of that wondrous someone. And in my dreams, I hold that someone's hand and we run to save our lives while the world around us collapses. That is my dream and I am hungry for it. I'm not afraid to be alone, but simply fear that all this menacing emotion would hollow me out. No one understands the passions that move behind my eyes. Yes, my face is apathetic, I have learned to put on a mask. But alas, those eys of my forever will give out the thinker and dreamer within me.
So where are you? Where are you that shadowed someone who I mean to safe when the world is about to end? I wish the face would be revealed and I will no longer quack in fear of being consumed by my own self. Oh well... I'm starting on a picture, hopefully it would break my bad luck with pencil.