My heart doesn't get broken anymore. I push people away before that happens. I think it's for the best. I know I couldn't handle another downfall. I'm at a good place right now. Alone, as always before, but somehow content with the way my life is going. Though I'd be lying if I said there aren't days when I just want to run away. Things are starting to unfold in a way I didn't think was possible. That seems to always be the case. My dreams never come true, yet my fragile existence keeps marching forward. I find strength in little things, the ones others take for granted. I am flawed without dispute and I have made many mistakes. But look at me, I'm still here, I'm still standing. I'm still screaming...
No one is afraid of heights, they're afraid of the fall. No one is afraid to play, they're afraid to lose. No one is afraid of the dark, they're afraid of what's in it. No one is afraid of "I love you", they're afraid of the response. We're afraid of the unknown, the unfamiliar. But him, he's always been afraid of the present. He's afraid to live, because the past and the future seem so much better. He's afraid of life, because he's afraid that what has yet to be, shall not be what he dreamt of. He's afraid of himself and his secret. He's just a boy who's afraid to be himself...
