it all ends in mutiny...

dreams no longer matter, second chances are fictional. i will always love those close to me (t.k.n.)but i want nothing in return. love can be many things be it true, blind, corrupt or physical. either way, love has the power to flutter in a stomach or stab you in the back. i struggle to move forward because i live in regret of what ive lost and what others havnt and i cant outrun my past. my mind is stronger then my body but it is also apathetic, lamentable, deceitful, and jaded. ~ ~ ~“Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out – contagion to this world.” - William Shakespeare