Gather your thoughts together, backlash, turn them around, and cave into your soul like you’ve never felt anything before. Give me everything you’ve got and don’t turn back, life’s legends live upon the conquering of it’s end, and the resentment of it’s start. Feel free to ask me anything, anything you desire, while I bleed the diamonds piercing through my veins. Have you ever felt nothing, he asked. Have you ever felt an inexplicable lack of everything, no excitement, no anger, no pain, no love, no attraction, no sadness, wishing you could rip everything out of your system and just let it ignite into space? It’s odd really, hiding behind a shield of bullshit so deep that you don’t even remember how to climb out of it. Picture this, a life where anything and everything seems like a fucking black diamond from the outside, with nothing at all and pure emptiness on the inside. The hardest things to carry in the world are always the ones that weigh the least. Just imagine a life of that and without the strength or courage to piece the puzzle back together and pull out of it. I wish there was just a way. A way to latch onto something and fly away, physically and emotionally, before your whole world slowly bursts into flames. Hopefully by the time you’d come back down from it, everything would be carved into place for you to just breathe and keep living. I mean, you can always dream you know? That’s really all it’s about, just dreaming. Because the truth is, the moment reality hits you again its even harder to sew the stitches back together.
My world’s on fire, he said. The backbone holding it up hasn’t burnt to ashes but rekindles an extinct flame that has now frozen to a level below sub zero. You know how they say that water is the true damaging catalyst in a burning building? I believe it, live it, breathe it, drown in it while attempting to defy those who’ve turned water into wine. Snap on, snap off, dream of bliss and push your expectations to the front of the line keeping those with doubt, remorse, and precedented failure away from your power to raise the world by lifting your arm in the air. If you don’t, the sparks become mundane, the tears into sand, the lights into smoke. You know, it’s important to sound like a broken record sometimes, if you let your story spin and replay enough times, you’ll figure out how many inches it takes to shift it back into perfection. Just remember that genuine euphoria isn’t the calm after the storm, but your decision and yours only to see life through a Utopian lens. Hang onto your life’s handlebars and don’t believe in sinking to the bottom like a Hockney painting. I mean, you could if you wanted to because in the end it’s your life and the rest is irrelevant bullshit. It’s all it is at the end of the day, just bullshit twisting your arm tight enough to make your whole body go numb. Just never to forget that pain isn’t the downfall in your emotions, it’s proof that you’re igniting your demons and slowly getting closer to the surface so that you can come out for air.