On the broken road...

Here's who I am; I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things connected with my soul. Oftentimes I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me whole. I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again. I will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when I am gone, the smell of the smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you. But above all I hope that someday when I am no where to be found, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, I would have loved him.