I need validation
for living. I need a salvation from this desolate oasis where I'm a nothing more than a nameless bobbing head barely hanging on to the shiny new dashboard of that '69 'stang. With the world at my fingertips I feel paralyzed from the wrists down, wanting to grasp everything it's just all slipping away. How are these my glory days? Where are my medals and how do I win? I need more than existence. I need more than a comatose of mediocrity. Pass the blade and watch me bleed, with every crimson drop I'm breaking this eggshell exterior. I'm breaking away from the herd and galloping at full speed, running for the stars and hoping for immortality, I'll let this state of being invincible carry me away. Nothing is more empowering than being fearless. With every toxic breath I take or stab I endure, I'm one step closer to true enlightenment. These are my battle scars. I just don't know what it is I'm trying to win.