: About Me

I'm not sure why I'm standing here, I'm blinded by deceit. I never know what's happening, it's a complicated defeat. Fears of unknown circumstances circle the pedestal upon which I stand, propped up like a statue based on everyone else's plans. I can't step down the crumbling stairs - it's that fear of failing again. It clings to me like leaves to a tree, loosening grip every now and then. I revel in those moments where I'm free from clanging chains. My heart starts beating again, and warmth runs through my veins. But then I become cold and fearful, a statue I once again become. The plaste...