Anti-social-butterfly.
Life of the party, always smiling. Loneliest guy on the planet.
I'm a vagabond with rough ideas and a gentle desire. I'm working on growing wings, to no avail. I'd also like to be famous long after I'm dead. Progressing mentally and physically, I spend equal times reading and at the gym. Becoming the paragon.
It's the valley before the great oak. IfyouknowwhatI'msaying.
"It took years, my baby, just to come clean. Every streetlight a reminder, and all those apologies. Even the night was lonely next to me."