Spotlight Oh the thrill that overwhelms one with their moment comes. The warm light shining on your dazzling self, as all the eyes watch with awe as we fill the room with wonder. The adrenaline is wild, there's a buzz that's electric. It courses through us all as we pour our hearts into a beautiful song. The chorus we worked for. Strived for. Perfected. A glorious harmony, all as one. Under the spotlight in magnificent costume, glittering, dancing, enlightening the crowd. The lovely illusion we create of characters, a person we hide behind for them to love. It feels so enchanting to dazzle the crowd behind masks and makeup. I cannot express the delishious sensation of the spotlight.

She She tells me what to do. What to think. What to feel. She is devious. She puts a bad taste in my mouth, and tears in my eyes. Only when I am alone do I see her. In silence is when she sings her loudest from inside. She uses me. Every breath from my lungs. My feet to walk. My tounge to speak. My eyes to see. She always wins, coating my heart with frost, filling my mouth with her posion so that my words can be venomous. She freezes my thoughts and pulls me away, hitting me, kicking me, desperate to make me better. She outshines the pale reflection that is me. She has made me her host. She never leaves. The voice in my head will never be lost.

Dreams Sinking. Slipping. Sliding. Fading. Slumber awaits as you slip into it's claws to relieve yourself of the waking world. Most disagree with the dark and wait for the light. In dreams, one has no secrets. There is another self within us all, and it agrees with the dark when we slip away. You are taken to new places and mysterious spaces, free to do as you please. To love or hate. To give or to take. Dreams have metaphors, secrets, and brutal honesty. They rattle your bones and slither in your head. They force tears. We suffocate on fears. Dreams are a beautiful mystery.

Thoughts Strangeness... Can it really be defined? The norms of this mad world are so complicated. What is a norm? What is anything? What are we doing here? Why is progress is so glorious and so frieghtening? Everyone has an expiration date. There is too much in this restless mind and so many questions that can't be asnwered. If I am not pondering in my head awake in bed, my subconcious adores tormenting me through dreams. So many thoughts.