Coffee

Peter is in control.. He chooses what to see, and what to erase. He's found a way to make his void fill with light, he's also found a way to make himself disappear. He can fly, he can die, he can sing, he can get high. But why would he want to any of those things?? He find comfort in his loneliness, his sadness, his misery. He doesn't have to go place, nor does he want to. He wants to cuddle up in a blanket, next to a fire, imagining all his dreams, his pain, his love, his hate, he watches it all burn away in the flame. It's relieving, it comforts him to know, that he can be anywhere, but he chooses to sit by the pit, feeling the bittersweet heat burning his cool face. He shivers, from his head, all the way down to his toes. It's his way of knowing that he's alive. Peter could not tell you who he is, he hardly even knows himself.