viernes, 9 de marzo de 2012

Go left.

If nothing goes right, go left.

viernes, 2 de marzo de 2012

My Dark Passenger

I'm so afraid of the unknown that only the unknown has power over me. Thats what my Dark Passenger suffers from. I just know there's something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger. And when she's driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don't fight her, I don't want to. She's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even...especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else...someone. It's like the mask is slipping and things...people...who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.