the Rubik's cube isn't solving for us

I'm only happy when I'm out of my mind, i think i hate the growing fire inside of me. I hate leaving things to luck. I hate skipping stones. 

None of that is really true, I guess I just hate the human experience itself. Falling asleep against my will...feels like being silenced. 

I have so much to write and thik about 

But my body...cannot keep going. 

People are like dolls. That includes me, too. 

So much to see, so much to live 

I'm definitely a Bratz Boy. I should make a custom of myself sometime...

I wonder what toys my friends would be. 

I've got it all waiting for me...yet there's always something more, is there not? Insatiable hunger. Is it really my fault that only the lights of the stage fill my empty soul? 

Like a moth to a flame, I'm drawn to the spotlight. A star calling home, but there's no response...has the telephone line  been shut?

when i reach up my goal...

will i be alright? will i explode? 

i may become a supernova or a black hole

tearing apart everything around me...well, nothing I haven't done before, right? Maybe everything is practice. Everything.