My Definition

I am a massive nothing, a troublesome, misty burden to, well, save me, no one at all. I know very little and still pretend I know a lot; we all try that, so there is no room for denial from you!

We, and this time it is all of us that gets involved in this movement, we find ourselves wanting to reach a bit higher than we actually are able to; direction, distance and definition. We aim differently, and this is where I come up with an eternal idea of mine - one can never get too sick of them.

I spread my arms wherever and whenever I can, because my ambition is perfection, which is of course unapproachable and possessed by none of us! And your main question at this point - not that you do not bother yourself wondering, is this girl sane?, but apart from that - your main question should be and I tend to hope that it is, am I not just like this girl whose sanity I am doubting? Because everyone needs their perfection to be close to them, to feel it waiting right behind - or is it just me? Do I fear the day that I will be asked to remove my ghosts, in order to keep my love? Am I that afraid that I will find myself struggling to cry in a white, unfeeling and cold room, while others struggle to keep me in there?

Yes, I am afraid of it all. That is why I am - in my own eyes, at least - so arrogant, cruel and heartless to those that do not exist, and so high-spirited, good-humoured and warm to those that belong to reality.

I want to become what I want, and I am afraid I will not; do you not fear that as well?