imatriarch

manic musings. anger. anger. lacking passion, lacking gust, no will for more. just close my eyes to the nothingness that’s bliss. wake up, perhaps the chemicals have changed. realness, no fake smile to muster. today is hot and bright. i am in a wet tunnel wishing to remain undiscovered. rage can creep at any moment. i’d love to meet it once. uninhibited without consequence, acting as a wild animal would destructing everything in its path. 

and just like that.      poof. 

all is gone. I am happy, content and inspired. warm sun on my skin, french toast and laughter. film, cultured conversations, music. melodies, sounds, people, future. it’s all mine. 

this is what it’s like.