Love Like HeroinLoveIs like heroin.If you survive the first dose, you're addicted for life.
It's Hard to Find Yourself It's hard to find yourself sometimes. I mean, I feel like bits of me are hiding. Here and there, in hearts of others, in little crevices of old houses' kitchen floors. Even in the Earth beneath your's and my feet. I really want to find myself, because, well...Maybe I'm not sure, but I do, I really do. Sometimes I think people have parts of me, but they don't want to give them back, even if they don't realize it themselves. Sometimes I think I'll never find myself. I mean, like I can't hardly find my ass with both hands. How am I supposed to find a whole person? But then I think how nice it'll be to finally know... ...Me! So maybe I'll just keep searching. I'll make new friends on the way, I'm sure. Maybe it wont be so hard after all.
Late Night, Early MorningIt
was quite late at night. Or really early morning to be technical.A small green teenager clad in only his boxers, which appeared to have little chickens on them, sat atop the roof of Titans tower, enjoying the cool summer night breeze ruffling his hair. He yawned, stretching. Why was this young man sitting on the roof of his home, half-naked none the less? Of every excuse used: couldnt sleep.Beast Boy? What are you doing up so late?BB lifted his head to see another teenager, although not green, also clad in only but boxers and slippers, looking down to him. It was Robin, the Boy Wonder. His boxers were green and red plaid. BB expected something more heroic. How did Robin sneak up here that quietly? BB had quite the set of ears and still didnt hear him. Maybe thats why he was called a wonder.Scratching his head and grinning, BB said, I could ask you the same thing!Touché.Robin plopped d