Precipice
I secretly adore (and crave) chaos and destruction. When I have trouble falling asleep, I fantasize about a world turned upside-down - of bedlam and anarchy - and turmoil. Only then am I able to drift, serenely, to sleep.
The thought of another huge hurricane looming in the distance - ready to unleash a catastrophic fury - excites me in the most twisted and socially inappropriate way.
This is not, however, an extension of a misanthropic portion of my personality. It is, merely, what it is - a love of uncertainty - and annihilation.
The thought of another huge hurricane looming in the distance - ready to unleash a catastrophic fury - excites me in the most twisted and socially inappropriate way.
This is not, however, an extension of a misanthropic portion of my personality. It is, merely, what it is - a love of uncertainty - and annihilation.