#tachyontext

It stands in front of me, this beautiful path, in front of me, this beautiful path. My name is not on it, this beautiful path.

What is the purpose of all the running if my name won't be engraved in gold? Perhaps proving a point or just to see your face on the ground.

Ah, to have all the crowd yell my name, worship my presence like a god, merciful enough to share my wisdom, even then I won't be satisfied, not until I can rip your heart off and EAT IT.

Dissolution of the feelings, destruction of the ego, nothing quite like watching me perform. I suggest you keep chasing if you even wish to understand the desire that lives in my mind.

To have you tell my name, worship my presence like a god, merciful enough to share my love, even then I won't be satisfied, not until I can rip your heart off and wear it.

It stands in front of me, a path where my downfall is inevitable, if my death will come and your heaven will only accept the pure and the kind, I will live to be vile and selfish.

I love to watch it fall, the boredom sets in normalcy, if it happens again and again and again and again then each time I'll make my method cleaner.

Every night when you talked in your sleep, I made sure the nightmares wouldn't ruin your rest, working late yet you always waited. Were you having a bad dream? I'd wake you up but I don't know the right words. Please don't misunderstand, maybe I just like how peaceful you look.

Everyday you had better things to do but you never stopped giving me time, it wasn't a need, but we did enjoy each other's company, didn't we?

Every night when I finally fall asleep, I wish my nightmares would disappear or that I could wake up to your voice. A smell I'd never taste, your presence was all I needed. I could see it in your eyes, confusion, disappointment.

The truth is each time I saw you run I wished I could be by your side, I was probably your biggest fan, wasn't I?

"These nights are cold, you're not alone. I lie awake and feel you shake.

I hold you close, but you never know. Is it just your dream or reality?"

Do you believe in apologies? Have you ever heard one?

You'd think everyone would answer the same but I'm not so sure, it's so easy to take advantage of people who have never heard an apology, the kind of people who are convinced they are the problem.

The opposite is also true, some people hear so many apologies they start believing they're always right.

Tell me, which one are you?

If you answered one or the other then I want you to think again, if you didn't lie then I am sorry for you. Living in such extremes is merely a waste of your time.

Then is the answer the middle point? It's never that simple.

People are not simple at all, so many factors contribute to their thought process and most of them are hidden in their deepest memories, unaccessible crucial information that make understanding someone a task that relies on social skill before analysis. Who would share these secrets with someone they don't trust?

But it's worth it, the results are very very interesting.

I do not lack feeling, I am not beyond infatuation or attachment. I care for those close to me. If I didn't, the knowledge would simply be for research, yet the knowledge is to bring the right solution to their lives, the thing they need to hear to progress.

If we're all so different, if we all have so many secrets to our brains...then I believe we're all very similar, everyone has potential, everyone is capable of pushing the limits.

The idea of all of us being so similar is beautiful, a world where some people are doomed to ignorance would depress me to no end.

Some of us, fractured to a point of no return, our potential hides behind layers of secrets. Some of you, shine like diamonds.

If you are reading this I will let you know a little secret of ours.

Do me the favor of reading this in my voice, will you? Not that one, *my* voice :