An eternal fire. Technicolor to my mind. Vesta, my soul embody. Tending to the flame, and b urning the pine. I see visions of Gideon. A bright white light;  red, green, blue. With filbert at hand, I dream slaying you.

A lot of communication is often done without words. It's frustrating, because all anyone had ever wanted from communication is clarity. If you dont tell them, how would they know. 

We live at time full of opportunities. A time where our actions can shake the world. So my question is, why don't we? Why don't we leave the kind of impact that generations ahead will thank us for. I want to make world that's beautiful to live in. 

I think life is so objectively lonely. 

A sort of strangeness about me;  'Hyperfixation' is what I was searching for. 'A coping mechanism' is what I got.  Apparently, it's avoidant attachment. A verb. A noun. Something to love. A reliable stream of dopamine but an unbearable punch in the gut. A sort of coping mechanism to the strangeness about me.

Cheers to better days. 

You're so vain. I don't think it's right for someone to treat me in disregard based on assumptions they create in their heads. I'm not anyone's imagine something. I don't want to be in your life if I feel like earn your respect.