Do I mean none of it, only to stay alive? I glide around the expectations placed upon me, I sneak around the only excitement I find worth living for. I only remain technical for the brutal honesty I emit. That day in the woods; that plaguing kiss... You tricked me into much more than that. Late that night, we mimicked a love, but I would never give in. Little do you know, for not even I know. The memories of us escape me, as if they were never there. We have cheated love, only to float... We have cheated society, and wander around without a care. Are we even us, if not recognized by more than ourselves? A rock falls off a cliff, but if no one observed this, did it really even happen?