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I am the voice in the dark. I am the silence in the stillness. I am the awkwardness of our age. I am white. I am southern. I am not who I am. I bleed. I cry. I fall. And I stand. I am the broken. I am the forgotten. I am the Phoenix. I am he who fights and has never made a fist. I am love. I am alone. I die. I breath. I walk on. I'm not what I am, or who I am, or who I was. I am simply I. I am this interval, this moment, but now it is gone and I am another. I walk among roses, but am only touched by thorns. I am the one I fear. I hurt and say nothing, I speak and I hurt. I say too little and I say too much. I say the right thing to the wrong person and nothing to the right one. I am the fool, the jester, the clown. I am the harbinger of my own existence and its destruction. I am the river styx. I am cold. I bleed. I cry. I walk on. I am I.

I have an odd point of view when it comes to many a thing.

I am the voice in the dark. I am the silence in the stillness. I am the awkwardness of our age. I am white. I am southern. I am not who I am. I bleed. I cry. I fall. And I stand. I am the broken. I am the forgotten. I am the Phoenix. I am he who fights and has never made a fist. I am love. I am alone. I die. I breath. I walk on. I'm not what I am, or who I am, or who I was. I am simply I. I am th... More