Written works that are less aimed at being functionally accurate and more aimed at being expressive of something I’m either unable or unwilling to express differently
There is coldness in your warmth, distance in your proximity. Who am I in your head? Who are you? You are in my head but you are also out there. You stir things up up there. Chaos and destruction is all around. I welcome it. But will something be left when the dust settles? Or will it just be me, sitting alone, looking at the shards, trying to figure out how they fit together? You are not the person in my head. I try to be in your head, but I should just be. I welcome you to enter my
I love Hollywood. I love what it represents. The debauchery, the corruption of the soul. I am not a clean person and I do not want to be one. I want to be tempted and to give in to those temptations. I want to experience. I want to see the darkest corners of life. I am not a person who accepts life as it is and who seeks tranquility and contentment. I seek excitement, passion, thrill. I seek to be on the fringes of society, living the life others are too afraid to live. There’s always time for enlightenment later.