New Face
So I revamped the page. After I realized I know absolutely nothing about myself. I wanted to think of myself as an iceberg. I have so much underneath the surface that no one ever sees, not even myself. I have cracks and flaws...ships have run into me. I have pieces missing...from the parts I have lost. I am harsh and cold to touch. I will leave you with a burn. Some venture close but few can handle it. I have hurt many through the guarding of ice around me. I am a mass of coldness just waiting in the still quite water. A mask of tranquility for the quite beast from underneath. Icebergs do not have dreams. They do not think of fairy tales and green fields. In fact, they do not think at all. They are a mindless slab of ice. I do not have dreams. I do not think of fairy tales and green fields. When I think, I am wrong. And this is the abysmal part of me, the evil that lurks beneath the surface. Like a glacier I have drifted away from the one I love.