Why must my madness only be palatable in eloquence? Can’t I be mad out loud? Why can’t I wear my madness in my attire? Can’t I just not shower? Not sleep on time? Not eat right? Walk straight? Nor exercise? Can’t I just be unabashedly insane for a day and still be considered well? “I’mContinue reading “Can’t I be Mad Out Loud?”
This. Prying my wounds open for you how desperately irrational that is… Why must we refuse to heal? Constantly scratching our scabs. Does this qualify as art? “Painting” virtual walls with my insanity
It’s been said that nature abhors a vacuum So here I am; listlessly waiting to be filled with something…anything… Fill me goddamit!