I move through life wishing that I could care, caring for that wish. I am wishing I could "care" about the fact that I am here on this forum sharing the empty shell of a person I became. A shell that might have become evolved enough to display and morphing to appear to be things I once was, but doesn't matter how beautiful you try to be from the outside, I will always be opened one day, and I will show to you that I am a rotten tissue ready to desintegrate on a perpetual sea of change, or life.. I prefer to talk in metaphors. They are like a new mirror in my shell. I can't access my real contents, so I can't be connectes to them as I am proud of my shell, even when it reflects nothing or almost gets translucid enough for me to show you my insides, like now... I wish I could care not as a Shell. I wished some maid would come and take me with her. Healing might be possible in her fantastical hands, but even the Fantastic feels so fake and inaccessible to a soul without ambition. I lost my values, I lost myself. I can't guide myself, even if I was on the right path I wouldn't know it. I am Criptic. Feeling like a charade is the best I can hope for. It's still lyric enough from time to time. If it didn't made sense I don't mind, I would actually like that I could lose my mind, so it can drift way in nightmares like on my dreams, because life is much worse awaken..