12:52am

A piece of art isn't something you hold in your hands & praise for the rest of your life. A piece of art is something that is in your mind.

Not necessarily on paper or jotted down in scratch.
Art is Love. Love is art. Visa Versa.

Let me start over;

Hi. My name is Tylar Greigh Leach. I'm a raging psycopath that you should not get involved with no matter how much you would like to. I do what I can to make it look like I'm strong on the inside & out. Yet half the times, a single glance can make me want to fall in tears. My heart is broken; shattered; ripped from my chest; stomped on. I don't see any life reviving from it. My head is loose; intertwined; mingled; senseless. My body is worn; tore; weak; spineless. I feel as if I am in shackles from head to toe & the everything I've come to know is breaking; waiting for me to pick up the pieces & glue them back together. My chains are too tight, I scream for help.

No one hears. No one is there anymore.

My words often go unnoticed. Yet my words are all I have. My voice is my power. My thoughts are my feelings & my feelings are the only strong part within me. My mind is slowly deminishing though. It feels no longer worthy to stick around. If time could stop, I'd make it fall off a cliff & break, just so I could spend one more moment that will last a life time, next to you.

My fears are what control my life. I fear the unknown in turn making me scared of a future I might have with someone. I don't let myself breathe enough; making it even harder to breathe around you. You make me suffocate just by standing close.

Remember how you're heart sinks into your chest cause you're empty? Mine explodes out of my chest when you leave, it's empty too though.

I don't seem to sleep much these days. & when I do, I always dream of heads. Heads & faces just glaring up at me as if they were all looking for one answer. The answer of all questions. One simple answer. I can't prevail with anyone on my side because that wouldn't be prevailing at all. That'd be isolation. I dislike isolation; I just learned.

Sometimes, I wish I could be Gods assistant. Learn how he does his job; what tricks he has up his sleeve; how he decides who loves & who looses. Who stays & who goes. Up or Down. Left or right.

My mind is full of millions of questions yet I, too, am looking up for the answer of all questions. Yet I do not look at myself, for I do not know the answer. I never have. Maybe I have, I wouldn't know. I know the answer now, I'm looking for remembrance; adventure; past to present; understanding; will to survive; power to keep fighting; warmth to fill my heart.

I don't know what I could do, or what I should do.

Maybe what I'm doing is wrong, but I feel it's right.

I'm too scared of the unknown to face the wrongness of myself.

So don't judge, don't hate, be there. I ask of you with all my might, be there to help me through. Help me with that grip. Let me hold tighter, longer than I ever have before. Forever.

-LiveLoveTy.