meh..

my nails pierce my palms in fist as i clench them tighter i feel my hands start to numb. im not sure how to handle this next part the next step to un-do what i've done. each day i smile and its because i am happy but im lost and a little confused where i stand. what about the words engraved in the metal that precious little gift i find held in my hand. i put all of the memories away in a box and leave room for the many more yet to come. but how do i know where to go from here. im so fucking confused and scared all at once. i cant help but think my part was stupid somehow. i dont care whose at fault none of it matters now. maybe it never mattered, perhaps it was a dream. ive woken up alone, so surreal it seemed. i want to go back to sleep and try to find my place again. i wont wake up till you tell me too till it all stops being pretend

.
.
.
speak to the dark angels