Oh God, he's being poetic. Someone buy this guy a hobby!

I can only watch the world spin from a distant far enough to taste the life that flows through it but never have enough to be consumed by it.

I'm but a number, neither positive nor negative, sitting amongst that which can create and destroy yet never take a side.

I crave that which should not be craved. Desire that which should not be desired. I know the fruit is forbidden but I would have desired to eat it a thousand times if it meant I could taste it once before my own destruction.

I smile because it's how I look into a mirror and see someone else's existance reflected that is not mine.

The ache I go through ripples through out my days but I never let a wave form. I can't let a wave form.

I wonder where the day after will be yet fear tomorrow; all the while trying to forget yesterday.

I want to give up but still move onward.

When will my eyes gaze upon my dreams?