LunaticLunic

I wish I wasn't me. By C.C.Stephenson I had stood atop a tower once. I have believed that one day, a knight was going to come for me, but I knew somewhere in my heart that he wasn't. I have fallen off the edge of where I thought love resided Now I sit here with a contorted memory of what I did as a child. How I lived in a separate place where no one could object my love. It only made me susceptible to their harsh words. I have yet to escape that memory. It is a faded dream I still hold now wishing instead of one solitary man coming to rescue me, it would be a band of friends that no one knows exist yet. I fear I may be loosing grip on m