the changes i crave are deeper than one's skin. my life is marked with discontented moments and i crawl through the gutters of fulfilled potential while others shine gloriously with the effort they exert. my mind is larger than ten universes without boundries and with in it exists nothing. i believe in makeup wearing, costume hidden humans, slyly slipping by without ever really living.
inside the trouble of thought exists a single concept, "this is what you were made for."