To become one with this world is what I wish, but I can't reach something so far away...what is it that makes me so far...why...why am I so distanced, is it really hard for people to understand...that I cry...not tears...but I cry blood...for the pain that I feel, I am calm at the sight of blood, but it hurts when people say things that make blood become a reality to my thoughts, mental pain and physical pain can zero one out if the ammount is great. But it's only then that people feel better, or that when the pain will wash over you. I fantasize in a world in which I can live to control things, but to an extent. I fantasize in a floating castle, one that can only be controlled by it's ruler. The fantasy of meeting my other selves, and walking the world as myself but not as myself. The world wasn't cut out as people imagine it to really be...under all the sunshine and rainbows, there is blood and disaster, hidden by something so highly dangerous to the mind, the danger of learning too much...
I read a bit of this then I looked at it for a while and I saw how many times you wrote blood then I was thinking.......wow........are you a vampire ? Lol because that would be cool