"We didn't need a story, We didn't need a real world
We just had to keep walking
And We became the stories, We became the places
We were the lights, the deserts, the faraway worlds
We were you before you even existed" - M83
I'm living through society. I'm a robot.
Socialized to do what the world tells me too.
I sit in my damn desk every day and learn.
I don't want to learn anymore, I want to create.
School, eat, sleep. I'm sick of surviving when I can thrive.
When I can make something of myself.
I don't want to sleep, I want to dream.
I don't want to see, I want to feel.
I don't want to be a robot anymore, I want to be alive.
I want to know what's beyond the horizon.
Could it be another world?
I want to know what's beyond MY horizon.
I want to do something different.
I want to do something exotic.
I want to enter another world where my thoughts become reality.
Where I become a legend.
Because like the Great Bambino said, "Legends never die".
I'm on this blog to be myself.
I'm here to turn my thoughts into writing.
I'm ready to wake up out of this life, and make my own story.
But, I'm not who you think I am... Not even close, actually.
Unfortunately for me, I was cursed with a little drop of poison.
Look in my eyes and you'll find blood.
Cut me open, and you'll find ice.
Cold Ice.
Ice that's so cold it will burn you faster than you can blink.
And we all know that burns leave scars.
Ice leaves scars.
I leave scars.
I've given marks.
Real marks.
Dark marks.
Permanent marks.
I've handed them out like candy.
Feel my touch, and you can feel my burn.
You might as well call me 666.
But, that's not who I set out to be.
I wanted to be the one that mends scars.
Unfortunately, Everyone wants to be that person.
That's why I invite you to look at yourself in the mirror.
Tell me, Who are you?
Take a deeper look.
Who are you?
I know who you are.
You're me.
You're just like me.
Welcome.
- Trevor Powers
