Changing colours, I am more than one thing. I am a body of contradictions, and all the letters I never sent are blood children, roses that last for five years. I have had you in my hands for so long. Holding you close to me, never wanting to let go. The moment I got attached I started to suffocate, unhinged from events. You are a persistent thought, a silent passenger. One time I wondered, what good is it being alive if I can\'t stand it, if I can\'t call you mine. I despised everything. I couldn\'t restrain myself. I couldn\'t look at the sun or the walls without having a darling worry to take care of, but I wanted to resort back to being a baby in your arms. I can\'t pretend, sometimes I feel I\'m no good. I peel off every habit, they grow back like fungus. You are addictive, I can\'t stay away. I latch on too quickly. I have always been this way. Molded like clay.