Complexity.

Darkness, on a comfortable surface... But that's most lonely..
That alone feeling... Everything is right but it feels empty?
Breathe...
Waking up the next morning & not wanting to reminisce about the other night.
Feeling like I shouldn't have.
But I always do.
I want more life, more energy.
I want more.
The dark room.
That dark place.
Bring love.
Bring pain.
Bring drugs.
Bring music.
Bring. Me.
Bring beauty.
Bring art.
Bring sex.

Open my heart. I'm not trusting you.
But you can take me away.
Let us not make any sense. Let us scribble. Let us kill. Let blood drip.


It's not okay.