"I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls, with clean blood and organized drawers.
I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests at night when no one else is alive or awake.
However you choose to see it.
And I live in my own flames sometimes burning too bright and too wild to make things last or handle myself or anyone else, and so I run.
run run run
far and wide
until my bones ache and lungs split, and it feels good.
Hear that people? It feels good
because I am the slave and ruler of my own body
and I wish to do with it exactly as I please"

Charlotte Eriksson