im tired of the safety of failure. i am a glass and i am dying to be filled with anything. at least thats how i feel late at night. sometimes i just want to call anyone and apologize. i had a spark,but i blue it out. i wrote your name out, just to see if it still felt natural. original. pressed it in my favorite book - to see if it might catch some luck. i think i was born inside out, or just kind of skipped into it. every day i meet someone new - who doesnt get me. its this strange social nuance. sometimes i feel like my pilot light has gone out, but i always wake up in the morning anyway.