Crystalized, my dreams float above, attainable only if I really want to reach that far.
Being afraid... of being happy. Of not being enough, or just too much.
Yet solitude... Yet isolation... Fill in the blanks, they'll never fit me for I am a world of contradictions within a universe of linear shit.
I look down, look to the floor for arrows to tell me where to turn. But I know... I know that maps can only tell me so much.
Simplicity itself I tell myself. Just get rid of that goddamn tattoo, that fucking stain on your soul.
Then the light will hit me. At last, sweet light.