Maybe its control…..
A fear of losing it. A fear of being under it. Yeah, that’s probably it. But I guess you could say that somewhere along the lines I fell madly in love with the idea of  “anywhere else”.  I could spend the rest of my life there. You know, anywhere else.  On rooftops high above the city lights or in tunnels under the rest of the world. I guess I have a deep affinity for places I dont belong. Maybe it’s the silence. The most quiet I’ve ever felt.
….And nothing moves unless I break it.
….And nothing dies unless I kill it.
….And nothing takes a single breath without my lips.