Living for nothing but experiences has shaped me into a disturbed person. All I can do is want something better than I already have. Sinking my nails into music and art makes me feel like I'm living for something more than dying. I'm not, though. And I know that we are all the same and all of our existences only purpose is for each other, so always feeling like I need more is tiring. How do you ... » Continue Reading
I lie in dying meadows and let the bugs crawl on my body, the bugs bite and the yellow grass itches my skin but I must let it be. I'm slowly decaying with the once vibrant flowers. I have lost my color and my sweet smell, I have to start over and go back to the earth before I rot. » Continue Reading
I pick apart the things I hate about myself like the skin on my fingernails pulling ripping destroying until there is nothing left but my flesh and bones. » Continue Reading
If you ever will believe one claim believe I watched and I listened hard and pondered I have studied learned yearned been obsessed but even more so, I never cease to exist Except they never do. I've built my whole life around constantly searching but even I didn't think I could enjoy true divinity. Neon lights everywhere motels and candles everywhere. I loved it. I loved relief. I loved noise. I l... » Continue Reading