#erour

Yes.... yes.... yes.... . . In one glance, I tumble off of the solid foundation that I thought was my truth and into this soft, confused haze. I was raised with truth, facts, and I pursued knowing myself as well as I knew the streets of the city. I thought I could count every scar and freckle. I could cover every crack and conceal my deepest fears. I knew myself so entirely, I could control everything about myself: my hair, my gait, my style. I could control my friends, my enemies, I could even control my supposed superiors. I was the master of my own domain - secure in the infinitely obtainable truth that was myself. A flash of blue peeking out from the side of his eyes - his scared and curious eyes - glancing around the dark cave in the still wobbling net - and I forgot everything that was my past. I forgot. And I'm both thrilled by and scared of this blue eyed boy.