“Have you ever lived? It may sound like a strange question out of context, but it is a valid one…. Have you ever lived? Sometimes living is about sunsets with a glass of wine, a starlit evening with a warm breeze, friends with a pleasant surprise… Sometimes it is about aching feet, empty wallets, empty arms, and a lack of laughter.
Have you ever died? Have you ever torn yourself apart, and burned down your last remaining wall with wild abandon, and a heathenistic battle cry? My thoughts are gasoline thrown onto an already raging inferno… With a mighty WHOOSH I am consumed in this moment… devoured fully and completely, until all that remains is a pile of ashes and the quiet sound of the river.
Sitting here with my ass planted on a cold rock, feeling the hot sun, I am dancing in rage… Like a ballerina with a dagger… My blade is sharp and steady as I make the incision… Cutting out all those broken pieces and bleeding words all over my pages.
Yes, it may be a crowded mental moment, and you may not understand my metaphor, but I could care less… These words are not for you to understand, they are for me to purge.
Do you find beauty in such destruction?”