please stay tortured; you're more beautiful when you're in agony.
smooth bluegrass beats, like a casual observer behind a glass door.
living half-lives to go along with your half-truths;
we are a species built upon deceit.
please journey into the forest; to the center, where the fog starts. behold the dancing figurines, ethereal and skeletal. these mysteries can teach you things. abandon all apprehension, this is the moment when you choose who you want to be.
when you emerge from the brush, the world will be unfamiliar in it's entirety.
