I remain awake in the quite hours of the night when the moon is bold and beautiful, for one reason, one reason only; this life is hiding something from me.
Dammit, i know it is.
And the beautiful thing is i know it wants me to find it.
All the things i do is an attempt to discover it.
The whisky. The literature. Stargazing. Romance. Music.
It drives me mad but it flames my passion just as well.
So, here i am, universe, plush with desire.
Reveal yourself you beautiful mother fucker.
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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...
