Returneth

i finally justified both sides to me. The big question now is: what do i do? Do i just leave the world to you? i am taking a step. i shall not be photographed - i'd have to be sketched. But am i really trying my hardest? Do i try to pry truth from the farthest echos of a lie or do i only beautify the sounds i hear? If i said so- to express my doubts- does it make me a masterful plan or a cowardly attack? i am only a pheonix in my head because isn't that what we all want? Creativity is somehow eclipsed by solo activity and i am backed down in a realm of hacks. There are five days left until The X-Mas and a half of me who has been hibernating is thawing and she like an iced up mammoth still tastes good tastes like inspiration. You have more hangups than the batcave and i have become one of them. Your hands on my back are actually traitors to yourself and i know how much i deserve versus how must i can shell out. After all, what is being there for but for to be seen in your dazzling new lean and mean? Only my keening can tip those scales.