I scatter myself to the wind. To see what would be left alive. Dying.
Jumping off the cliff. I'm shattered. Jagged. Unresolved.
I try not to be negative. I erase myself just to live again.
Always have to discover how to live. To expand upwards.
Because most of the time I just want to die.
It's when I'm happiest. I have the most to lose.
Happiness comes with a price. I don't want to pay the price.
I don't want to look backwards. Just dream forwards.
Or maybe lose myself in the snow storm.
Chasing myself while my footprints disappear.