ph by dev
If everything is written in the stars, or among the constellations, then we are all shimmering diamonds that flicker now and then against the stark-blackness. to be young and crazy we need to keep the fresh blood flowing―we have to breathe, to stay alive, we have to shout that we are alive.
There's no love, just explosions of mingled pleasure and happiness―an uncontrollable eruption aimed at someone irresistible. the danger of falling too deep is that you won't clearly know whether he is an amphetamine or a lithium. it's like a comparison between fate and destiny― one is a controlling force, while the other is just a limp spirit reinforced by prescribed events.
I am a blazing maggot nibbling on the city's bones.
