That Is What Alex Is

Like I've Been Sketched By An Amateur Artist: If You Don't Look Too Closely, It's All Right, But Start Focusing And All The Smudges And Mistakes Become Really Obvious.

This Is What Hatred Is. It Will Feed You And At The Same Time Turn You To Rot.

I Know The Past Will Drag You Backward And Down, Have You Snatching At Whispers Of Wind And The Gibberish Of Trees Rubbing Together, Trying To Decipher Some Code, Trying To Piece Together What Was Broken. It's Hopeless. The Past Is Nothing But A Weight. It Will Build Inside You Like A Stone.

It's Too Late. I've Seen Things...i've Lost Things You Can't Understand.

Maybe, The Hope Said. Maybe.