Wide World

gazing at the great world beyond my reach

there's these unknowing wonders that embrace me for all that I am.

this lovely exhilaration of the unknown,

this unhealthy perfection, suffocates the animalistic nature.



The Demented Emptiness.



For I crave great explanatory, passionate words.

My body thrives on touching the beautiful nature surrounding the art of this world.

And can't stand the plain bubble that people pray them selves with.

Thriving on peoples vibes, and various words.
To know not one but every diverse way..

Being simple and in the "lines" is not for me.
Fuck Perfection!