3/27/2007

i am alone.
even when i am with someone, i am still alone.
that's why i keep leaving from a place to another place.

people are consistently hyper and i am ... boring.
i swing from a place to a place.
i am always an outsider.

wherever i go is my place, my home, and my hideout.
myself is swift; in your place, in your life, in your heart.
i come and there i go.

i am used to it and my custom is killing me
i gotta go