12.3.15

the every day,

sometimes you find yourself on the highest perch screaming while wind gusts coarse through your pipes like ice picks.

there's a lot of beauty in being strong enough to handle fragility. and those who fall have the greatest ride.

what should i do now besides make art from lies. throughout this chess game i was an unrecognizable reality. what happened to me as each word pressed against my chest and caressed my insecurities. dark pleasures, the aphrodisiac of rejection. i drink for all occasions.

i could be a hopeless pessimistic or a tired romantic. but i am just beginning to ignite. no one has yet to put out my fire. come around to all the darkened corners that have held me up and watch me nurture an unstoppable force of nature. a deluge of intense orgasms. though a cliche, i will not strip my catharsis of its shadow. it's dark. it should be. sometimes, a girl just needs to fall apart to regain her strength.