February 23, 2013
I feel everything.
I don’t seem to understand my own emotions. All I know is they are too fuckin’ high or too fuckin’ low. They are great and unmeasurable gusts that throw me about, they are high tides, violent waves that crash upon me, sharp and stabbing, prickly things all inside me, choking, scratching and tearing, electrifying, BURNING every fiber of my being, ORGASMIC, all-encompassing burning, fuckin–just too fuckin much.
I feel nothing.
I am void, washed out, dried up with a comforting numbness. I don’t even care if I’ve lost all of my heart.
In the end, I find only my art.