I'm doing 14 things
Wake up, with a real smile.
1 month ago
It’s like, i go through a period where i constantly write things into horribly twisted and depressing poems, ranging in topics from mass homicide/torture to self mutilation. I love these poems for the pure genious of each stanza, but the intensity comes very rarely.
I wake up at about 5 am every morning, and wait while dawn breaks through my curtains. I love this time becuase it’s the most depressing time of the day, and to me, depression is the most authentic kind of beautiful. But the feeling of complete and total contentness with outer self, as well as your inner self, is the feeling i yearn for.
