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It was just that he was all alone,
always by himself.
Never anyone to share the game.
A man who lived in dreams - that's who he was.

I was born in NYC. I make up stories to entertain
myself when watching the stuff people do when they
think no one's looking gets boring. I lie. A lot.
I have severe mood swings. I have nightmares. I
overthink things. I make wishes on 11:11
and first stars and red moons.


Happiness is just a word to me
And it might have meant a thing or two
If I'd known the difference

Emptiness, a lonely parody
And my life, another smokin' gun
A sign of my indifference

Always keepin' safe inside
Where no one ever had a chance
To penetrate or break in

Let me tell you some have tried
But I would slam the door so tight
That they could never get in

Kept my cool under lock and key
And I never shed a tear
Another sign of my condiditon

Fear of love or bitter vanity
That kept me on the run
The main events at my confession

I kept a chain upon my door
That would shake the shame of Cain
Into a blind submission

The burning ghost without a name
Was calling all the same
But I wouldn't listen
-Tim Jensen & Yoko Kanno; "gotta knock a little harder"