Only the lonely know the true torture of being alone and the pure joy of being away from everyone. I'm an artist with a moody outlook throughout the week; a jester with a custom made court.
Im plagued with optimism and riddled with nay saying habits.
I listen to dark music with inspirational choruses because I dont deserve harmonious plattitudes.
When Im loving, Im also lusting to hate.
Sometimes I cry like a pressure cooker whos time has come, but laugh inappropriatly on the saddest occasions.
Everything I do is meaningless in the most sincere way. My words show dispare and my actions are filled with warmth. My scream is my whisper while my anger is buried in a smile.
Drunk on confusion, yet determined with passion, I continue this endless journey of truth.
Maybe, Love is real afterall.
