I was curious as to how my words started circulating at such an alarming rate. After all, every author waits to be discovered by someone. Anyone. And so I found myself smack bang in the middle of the mad hatters head, and as someone put it, Tumblr might actually be worse than that. But yes, futilely, I was attempting to discover the elusive origin of my words by tracing back notes until I came across my quote right next to a selfie of a stripper, or hooker, with a fox tail butt plug... and that was when I stopped.

The Mirror Prayer I see you man in the mirror. I see you and raise you. I will be better today than you were yesterday, and tomorrow you will be better than I was today.

We all have purpose. We are all guardians. We are the angels and we are the demons. We are all gods if we choose to be. Believe.

Hold on to the darkness... I will come looking for your light.

Give me something in between the spectrums of light, darkness and sound and most days I will create something out of it for you.

Like that first kiss we will never have. Like the last kiss we will always have.

You are right... I am lonely. But unlike the rest of this world I am not lonely for anybody.

I want to be alone... with someone else who wants to be alone.

She reminded me of a darkness, a darkness that I've missed.

Is it not strange how humans will resort to the most inhumane of actions as the first plausible solution? Why are we such a feral bloodthirsty species when we are supposedly the enlightened ones? Are we guardians... or just mindless butchers?

But somewhere before the Renaissance they realized that it was impossible to live without love. Thus they created a new strand. The first of the synthetic emotions to ever be created. It opened up the possibility to recreate anything, including forging creation. We were on the path to becoming plastic gods.

I am aware of my madness and what I need is someone else to see the beauty in my madness.

This was never about the money... Don't you understand? A world without good art is a far more dangerous place than one you don't get paid for making it in.

Free will comes at a price. A price most of us do not know how to pay.