i'll say it once and ill say it again
We all want something in the world; and we use all the power we obtain within ourselves to make it possible. humanistic urges, wants and needs all make up the person we are, and the person we want to be or become. we all have idealist illusions that sometimes alter our views. sunglass shades on your glasses never make the world prettier; even with the faint tint of pink. Tears reunite with epervesant stings that everything is going to be ok. we always want what we can’t have. and once we have it; we want more or something different or something impossible to make it better. drown me please in this never-ending continuous spiral. this is the way its suppose to be; an image configured together with needles from your eyes injecting me with an addicting medicine that makes me numb. no one here dies a virgin. life screws us all. my insecurities will me the death of me, but yours will kill me in a bittersweet glow that I have grown accustomed to. equality in that factors that makes the rotation sweet to the touch.