“He was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.”

I don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.

You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.

When half the town, law enforcement included, has paid the woman in question for an ‘adult evening,’ it’s almost impressive how quickly she loses credibility.

Really see me. Then I remember who I am, and that no one wants to see the parts of me I try so hard to hide. It’s a plain fact, not something I pity.

And you can’t outrun something you can’t see.

It’s time to see what happens when I fly.

I don’t want to hide. Not from you.

My eyes shut as the fire in my lungs reaches my throat.

If there ever was a time not to be fragile, this is it.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.

I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.

I may be unhinged, but I’m constantly working to channel my urges. It never stops, the self-restraint, the need for more.

It’s just a question. A question whose answer no longer has the power to hurt me.

Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.

Heartache is my constant companion, and we’re perfect for one another. Two co-dependent peas in a pod. My past and my future.

Those blue eyes that had stopped my heart the first time she looked at me found me in the crowd.” -Cage

You are not called to be a canary in a cage. You are called to be an eagle, and to fly sun to sun, over continents.

What a cage is to the wild beast, law is to the selfish man.

He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.

But are they protection or a cage? These ribs that ensnare my heart so.

The more you judge others. The more you cage yourself.

To set free my ideas while the world was still building a cage was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

Skin is just the softest cage.