I'm stubborn, sarcastic, stuck in the clouds, insane and dark as hell.
I believe that heaven is not for me, because I'd rather come back. I care about life and think about death much more than I really should. I always look up when I'm on the ground and down when I'm in the sky. Longing for something that I cannot have, dreaming of freedom, though I'll never have it.
I like to howl on dark moonless nights, I love my time alone. I feel like speech is a waste of time but I'm always trying to be heard. I know there's no one to share my thoughts, no one to sit with in silence atop my favorite tree. I'm the only one in the world, I know I am. The only one like this.
But I don't care, I talk to