I'm Josh. I hate trying to sum myself up in a few paragraphs. I don't think you can really do that for anyone. If you really want to know me, take some time and read. Or better yet, use the contact information here to talk to me.
Like autumn leaves His sense fell from him An empty glass of himself Shattered somewhere within His thoughts like a hundred moths Trapped in a lampshade Somewhere within Their wings banging and burning On through endless nights Forever awake he lies shaking and starving Praying for someone to turn off the light