What do you live for?
I live for droned, methodical, hypnotic music. Piano melody, stringed undertone, and muscle shaking low bass. Those goosebumps as they roll up your thighs, the front of your arms, the crease in your spine. But at the same time, I struggle for complication and deep thought in the mix. Too many things going on at once makes a listener an adept for love. I settle for nothing less than extraordinary, entrepreneurship for wonder.
I work past limits; there's no room for them in my body. After exhaustion, I keep composure. Straight face, clear thoughts. I work for peace and calmness always.
I love cold days, with warm winds. Rustled leaves falling, quiet nature moaning in my ear.
I'm psychotic for new material to ponder about: Deep, mindfucked stories, catalytic motivationals, and 'till you die hope and endurance. Digging through the trash of mainstreamed propaganda and single-sided lifestyles.
Compulsive to share, not a response. Are they alive?
Who do you live for?
Is there a reason? I work for an imagination of love in my mind more often these days, I fear. I may be alone for a very long time. The ghost seems a more psychopathic lover.
Evolving into a silent character in the shadows, but ever changing. Colossus in my mind, I will become meek and humble.
