Please forgive the evil in me, the darkness within...

I'm just going to stand here, ankle-deep, half asleep; I'm a low, barely audible hum.

And sometimes I like it like that, because it feels like it's familiar. The same kind of familiarity I feel when I rewrite the same lines of something I lost long ago. But it doesn't matter that I can't read it; it's always in my head. Looming over my shoulder is the realization that I don't deserve the chance I want so badly.