Give me the world but for christ's sake, do not sugarcoat it.
Give me it raw and gleaming with truth.
I want the madness to twirl me around until i can no longer stand.
I refuse to be drunk on a soft world.
The world is cruel, my love.
You must understand that,
But in that understanding you must understand this, too;
Just because it is cruel does not mean it is not beautiful.
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The Blooming of Madness
PuisiThe observer in me sees, and he feels deeply what he sees. This only allows him to be so many people all at once. This is why my writing is so scattered and can often seem like a contradiction: I live inside other people and i speak from their viewp...
