Sacha. Hayley.
Fifteen. Jonas is the sex.
Brendon Urie turns me on.
I can be such a poet at times.
DESIRES
A fucking Gibson SG Standard.
An exact replica of Nicholas Jerry Jonas. [I accept the actual person too.]
A voice like Demi Lovato's.
My ten cent coin I dropped in the drain.
Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred; how did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and then embrace it? What happened to us that we now send our children to the world like we send young men to war, hoping their safe return but knowing some will be lost along the way. When did we loose our way consumed by the shadow homed by the darkness? Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name? Loosing your way during a journey is as bad as it is, but loosing your point of the journey is infact much more cruel because in the end, the journey is the destination.