it is time,

i believe the picture is pretty self explanitory.

sooner than i would have expected, i am on my own.

ME, I, call the shots in my life, i determine my bodys whereabouts, and how long it stays out.

i'm going to be an adult.

sure i am excited, scared, nervous, anxious, thrilled, ENTHRALLED

all possible.

but right now, at this very moment, i am in a different state of mind, and i'm fine i guess.

well to me i'm fine, while everyone around me is complaining on my attitude or mood in general.

i'm sorry?

i don't know whats wrong?

i don't see anything wrong with me?

i guess you can call me an angered child?

well i guess i am a result of a person who talks to no one but her mind, and stays in there...where it's safe and sound. idk why but i've tried to be nice and expose thoughts or feelings, but i'm not sure i know how anymore. it's not gonna help me in the end, but i guess i can play pretend.

i don't care about anything, i do care about a select few though. well to some extent.

use elongated time and corse words to break down my force

allow my interiors to overflow into the palm of your hands

but keep them cupped, so they can

caress my soul with your bare hands

allow yourself to feel something real, something internal

something sacred.

once upon a time...

my name is infection.

you poor unfortunate souls, you