free falling.

My skin is a universe of deformity and flaws, but my mind is something else.. It is much worse. It’s fun though, seeing madness propagating from a spectacle other than myself. A soul feeds on pain that’s why even if we don’t look for it, it would always come disguising itself as a mesmerizing form of high, an altitude slowly rising. But be careful on the way down, because gravity is unfair.

equality?

It’s easier to admit you’re a fucked up person than pretend like everything makes sense, every downfall has a meaning and madness is a non-apparent thing which actually consumes your soul every goddamn day. It’s true though, people are going to hurt you. But don’t leave it out like a one-sided story. When you flip a page, you can become the asshole in the story. It just is inevitable. Time heals, but not everything. Pain does not entirely end, it only becomes a bit more bearable. We remain hurt and cautious and distrustful. We can see it in the way someone smiles, their eyes somewhat exuding a guarded vibe which begs the question “why can’t everyone be fucking sensitive?.” Sometimes I crave a world full of emotional train wreck individuals just so my arguments would be valid, however stupid or irrational they might sound. But ah, love.. No matter how little and sketchy we still try and catch it, just to feel some, and we give more than they take. It could last a while, but will hurt like a motherfucker.

equality?

It’s easier to admit you’re a fucked up person than pretend like everything makes sense, every downfall has a meaning and madness is a non-apparent thing which actually consumes your soul every goddamn day. It’s true though, people are going to hurt you. But don’t leave it out like a one-sided story. When you flip a page, you can become the asshole in the story, it just is inevitable. Time heals, but not everything. Pain does not entirely end, it only becomes a bit more bearable. We remain hurt and cautious and distrustful. We can see it in the way someone smiles, their eyes somewhat exuding a guarded vibe which begs the question “why can’t everyone be fucking sensitive?.” Sometimes I crave a world full of emotional train wreck individuals just so my arguments would be valid, however stupid or irrational they might sound. But ah, love.. No matter how little and sketchy we still try and catch it, just to feel some, and we give more than they take. It could last a while, but will hurt like a motherfucker.