Always active, nervous twitching
Under the skin blood is itching
Actions precede thought
Which evaporate to nought
Leaving all around you bitching
The highs and lows I have known have turned me inward to the point where I’ll never feel anything close to normal. I don’t feel isolated, I don’t want in… There’s no confession to make, there’s no truth burning to come ripping out of me… I will always make relationships with people an approximation of a relationship. I think that’s better. I think things are mor beautiful when you’re on the outside.
Henry Rollins
1994ever 