My eyes are full of daydreams, nightmares, and battles of the past. My head is full of color and heat, rage, and worry. And sometimes i wonder if its possible to actually explode just from thinking about it really hard. I can glide if i try and feel the fire spill from my mouth, and speak my own "language" if i feel threatend. I want the wind and pressure in my ears and the small vibrations of driving on uneven concrete. I want a sharp mind and eye and fingers that can feel even the slightest indentions. I want to enforce what needs to be and avoid the inaccurate ratings of the public. I dont need to speak for words or move to act. I dont need friends, I have myself but its always nice to have someone you can complain to. I write to music and counter the debates and in return i want more music. I write Portal, Lord of the Rings, Cats, and others and am glad i can. All i have to do is follow my eyes.