It just felt wrong. Like I didn't need it. You can find me standing still in the middle of a busy street. You can find me trying to touch the clouds. You can find me in your hurt, in your blood, in your eyes.

Sorry it was so short. But it was LikeNew, because I needed the constant change.

You might see me tug on your heartstrings later.

I also wanted everybody to see that I was something more.

This is now a Friends-Only Journal.

ask for a glass to hold your milk. thank you.