Me, Myself, and I

I am from the darkness of the never ending forest
From always and now
I am from the dreams in reality
Which I walked along; with a divine and loving heart;
Bleeding, leaving a trail of sadness as I walk
I am from the lost valentine
Whose kindness I remember so well
I am from Camelot, I shall be the one to pull the sword
From which I was born into nothing
And earned everything
I am from sunlight which I grow how I wish
I am from snow falling up and the clear sky
From which I shall never know for it is only
In my dreams
I am from these moments and
Had fallen very far from my family tree



Just another artist,
I'ts nothing great
I'ts nothing bad,
And also- not something to be ashamed of- but not to look at, as perfect. Its the feeling of knowing you exist yet- do people care?
The feeling of people knowing your there; even in the dark, through the mist, and on the other side of that computer screen.
Someone original, someone crazy
But all inteligent people are at some level...
Who knows maybe... my future will turn out how I've planned.
I just need to believe it.

-Flylend ID (Me) ~