Its strangely contradicting how all of this can live in me..
A curiosity that wants to know all the stories in this world,
all the songs there is to sing,
all the people out there to be loved,
and all the books to be read.
How my heart aches to be extended
And my mind longs to be filled with new knowledge
But still darkness lives in my body
I`m left powerless in this battle.
And my days are still filled with more nothingness
Than I would like them to
How come I`m my worst and my best
at the same time?