I will confuse you. You will not understand me, not a single one of you. I will change my apparent motives from one moment to the next and there will always be a dozen underlying motives which you will fail to comprehend. These motives may be manevolent, they may be benevolent, but either way, they will always exist despite how minute my every simple action may seem to the casual observer. I will astound you in my moments of clarity, I will baffle you in my moments of confusion, and I will understand myself regardless of what moment I am in at any given time. I will be the strongest person you will ever come across; with the fortitude of the feral and the survival instincts of a cockroach. I will have my moments of weakness, my desperations, and my breakdowns, and you will not see a single one of them for the simple fact that my vulnerability is not something that has ever, is ever, or will ever be shown on the surface.

But it is there, my vulnerability. It does exist. And the knowledge of this is my gift to you.

For anyone who cares to read this. The name's Matthew. I'm just here to save the world, one heart at a time.

What's the matter?

I can't relate to you, or anyone. I'll lay awake in my bed with the lover in the crook of my arm, staring at the ceiling and listening to the city outside of my window.

I just want a girl who likes the Beach Boys more than radio metal.

Downstream

Once upon a time, a long time ago, I was your age. I was walking along the beach all on my own watching the moonlight reflect off of the water as it cascaded against the shore. A tribe of children with multi-coloured hair and firelight dancing on the metal in their faces and against their chains and their studs danced and touched one another and sucked pain from bottles strewn about the sand. A single girl one of their number stood alone looking over the water, her eyes an indescribable mixture of sadness and animalistic defense. She turned at my approach and our eyes met. That look is something I'll never forget. Even in the darkness, her eyes shone a colour of bright jade, and I earned the smallest of confused smiles from the corners of her lips.
Always hold your first love dear.

Hello there

Lets begin, and don't forget to close your eyes. That's the problem with the way I see things. My left eye only sees the past; my right eye, the future. If you see me in person you'll come to realize that I'm never entirely there, I'm constantly drifting in and out of this waking dream and only brought back to the inconsistent present by tactile things. Scents. Touches. Sounds. And even these things only manage to grasp my attentions if they're unusual, or at least my definition of it. As the Corinthian, I am a visionary. As Morpheus, I am the lord of my own mind and all things which tread through it. You can open your eyes now. I'm here to guide you through the wasteland that is my state of mind. Don't wander too far from your guide, as the monsters here, although cowardly creatures who hide in shadow, are no less deadly than any man with a gun to your head. The only difference being they lack the compassion and hold a conviction mirrored in strength only by my own. Mind your force of will and you'll survive. Either way children, I'm watching over you.

Take care, and good luck.