Crossroads. Crossroads. They dare me to choose, they decide my fate in a fraction of a heartbeat. You shudder and you shake but I have found solace in you, only you. I shift my keys to opposite directions, in the hope that somewhere along the lines, I would meet my match and cause an infinite catastrophe. I shudder and I shake and I fall through every loophole. I think I have been so caught up in my own misery that I haven’t for a second, really thought about your own toils. Would you want me there to help you through every mess? I wish I knew, but I found you heartless and cruel and caring and kind. The years come and they go and I run from my ecstasy. I shelve myself into the dancing light of glitter water and I wonder if the bubbles would pop my insanity. Will you, the one that doesn’t believe in anything, meet me, the starstruck wisher, in the shallow grave of destruction? Can I count on you for this, if not anything else? Please, I need a guardian, I need a savior, and if you’re not him, then I don’t want anything else, I don’t want anyone else. I’ll make my way by running through this world, trying to hide my attempts to turn water into ice.