Every time I wake from rest, I can feel my body yearning for movement, a consistent urge for sensation. Walking, speaking, even writing this. All of it serves to amuse and appease me. But to what ends? Silly internet visuals are distracting from the ways I display my thoughts and emotions. Every person on this planet is capable of hiding who they truly are, but in both my realities, there is one c... » Continue Reading
What I crave, what I seek, what I think, what I breath, None of it is silence. The eyes that watch me, the ears that hear me, They all scream. Silence isn't real. Not yet. There is a predictable moment of silence for all But until then, Others mimic silence, Quelling their voices and holding their tongues, but each breath makes a noise. Each shift makes a noise. Silence is a false pretense, someth » Continue Reading
Y'all... I'm like... Kinda responsible irl, but online, I look literally off my rocker. And I just realized that after setting up my profile LMAO » Continue Reading