Dashboard Confessional

"Well sooner or later this cold it's gonna break & our hands will be warm again, but all I want is not to need you now. And sooner or later this cold it's gonna break & our words will be heard again, but all I want are vows of silence now."

I'm just sitting here... thinking. I feel... hollow right now. I don't know why. The canvas is so blank. I'm feeding off of other people's emotions right now. I'm drinking them in and then holding them upon my surface, creating a new image. I am ready to swallow some one whole. I am ready to claw my way free of the endless self destructive cycles. I am ready to spin out of control and into endless oblivion. Right now I am ready to be the sun and burn more brightly than I ever dreamt possible. I want to burn. I want to burn for her, for life. I want to be fire and rage. I want to be water in its most destructive forms. I want to be a hurricane and sweep the world clean of all things without regard for a single individual. I particularly want to invade her world. I want to tear her off the roof, and drag her out to sea. I want to do so many things.

I want to be passive in her, warm and safe. Yet at the same time, a part of me is hungry, wants to twist inside her arms, wants to fight the contentedness, wants to battle. A part of me is still feral and threatening. A part of me wants it all, and then more.