my reflection is...unbearable. i hate how it looks now: miserable eyes with overflowing sadness. drowning myself in love songs, wishing she would lend me her security just for tonight. am i too weak?
self-analysis reveals my sensitivity and i, with every endeavor to refute showing pain, cry. tears are the remedy for the hurting soul, i presume. so, as i wipe away the only thing that reminds me i'm still human, i laugh at myself. i don't want to be alone...i hate being alone. but life tends to unfold the way it is supposed to. i will not go against fate. rather, i will follow the sun and find the one thing that makes me smile...love.
Faithful,
-Mr. Vaughn
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