People like me are bad. Born from pain. Born from disease. In darkest depths is where we find who we are. We spend much of our time deceiving others, but we are best at deceiving ourselves. We spend our lives running in shadows knowing not our destination. A friend would be good. Someone to give a peice of our lives. But warm smiles and sincere hearts summon old friends. Friends with names like fear, anger, hatred, bitterness. There are reasons we must keep our distance. The distance just between chaos and redemption. Forever we must reside in this bitter place, knowing we are at home.
