AND IT’S ALL ON PURPOSE!
Action. Real action;
is all I crave.
Why must I be like this? A poet? at best.
An ARTIST of life; painting my days as the most beautiful gruesome scene there is.
Art. HA! Something I know nothing of—-sure.
And that is why while you’re cradling yourself in the corner of a room thinking about your art, I am blowtorching my life away drawing images of God in the skies of Death.
Action
is what I crave.
Nothing more and nothing less—pure action. Pure—ecstasy.
Love, love. Something I know nothing of other than the façade this world gives.
Paint me a picture better than my own and then maybe you can talk to me about how I should live my life, the do’s and dont’s of heartbreak and felt and then maybe! You can tell me to blow out my fire.
-Natalia