16 January 2013
I live off of astonishment. Breath in doubt and breath out flames. The heat might burn you. Not me, the scars are a shield. I drop kick their opinions. Out into space. Space, out of control, but within sight. I don't want it easy. Easy is stagnant dust. Which is all I leave behind. I hear only challenges. And I will always prove you wrong. Underestimate and fall. But I dream and will rise.
Declaration • Opuss № I