I stopped feeding my body the nourishments it’s been fed for so long, the seeds in my brain have been tampered with.
Oh, I see that I’m breaking, but is one really broken if they are only missing pieces?
I’ve never known this so called wholeness people are seeking and maybe when I’m diving to depths I’ve only dreamt of in my sleep, I’m really mourning the loss of caring that I wanted to be like everyone else in the first place.
I enjoy it when the universe tries to destroy me because it’s when I feel the most alive, the most like myself, the most unlike anyone else I’ve ever come across.
When the lightning strikes, It’s as though I’m being hit with a lethal dose of my own medicine and that both terrifies and excites me
Because I am everything some people fear, but I’m also more than just a beast wearing another lover’s face