I’m different. I know that. But will I ever meet anyone who is just as different as me? Will I ever meet someone equally worthy of the worlds exile? Despite the pessimist inside of me I know that he is out there somewhere. Maybe he’s writing-or admiring the moon, hell, he’s probably sleeping considering how fucking late it is. I just don’t want to live alone in this lonely world. I have yet to meet anyone who gets me on every level… I mean, it’s like I’m more than one person. But every one of me is reaching out to love, blindly waving my hand around until someone finally reaches back.
with all my love.
The Life of Stardust. 