life is endless but also reminds u of its fleetingness. i miss people i never got to know, and want a promise than someday i'll discover who they were and they would turn out brilliant - yes i want that as a part of the promise. yes i want a keepsake. i want a tortured memory. i have too many but it is a craving, like an amputated leg that is gone but in its absence you are rendered incapable of thinking of anything but the time it was present. the time you could use and abuse it. i would've let you do anything to me, you were just scared. let us put it behind us. i don't have anywhere to be at anytime. i buried my future and choked myself in the deep of the night. someone else took me to the underbelly of the beast and showed me the wonders of gnarly anatomy. and now i feel exposed with layers on me. you don't know who i am. i want everyone to find out. i am selfish and arrogant. i hold animosity over everyone, i project onto everyone else,