Hi. How’s everyone. I’m back after the endless silence.
I won’t make any promises that I’m back for good. Because, really, I don’t know 🙂
After days of dried up ink flowing through my veins, I conjured up something. And my favourite band (Chase Atlantic) helped me out. They know the dark side of me better than I know it (And I really embrace my dark side), so that’s something. So, here’s the something, I’m talking about:
I can handle the world. I really can.
What I can’t handle is myself and every extremity of mine.
I can’t handle the fact that nothing scares me. The fact that I’ve accepted that love is really not for me. I can’t handle the fact that I love so deeply. The fact that I can’t conform. The fact that I can’t do what I’m told to do. The fact that I glorify revolution because rebellion is the storm that rages in me. The fact that I don’t belong. The fact that I accept but never move on. I can’t handle the fact that…I’m human.
I think that’s what I want in life. Something or someone that can handle me. The whole of me. No filters. So, I don’t have to edit my soul.
Just me at my highest. Because that is when I’m at my lowest.
That is all I want out of life. And the universe will give it to me, life will give me something that can handle me. Just not how I want it.
I’ll get doses, fleeting moments.
Drugs that I won’t be able to overdose on like I want to.
I’ll be living in the sky but then it’ll all turn to black. Because all in one moment, I’ll be going to heaven and returning back.
And that realisation is the story of when I’m feeling low.
See y’all when I can. Really missed this, writing in the spur of the moment 🙂
Figuring It Out... 