hellsforheroes

Look at me. See what it is. See the colors wash. See the colors wash the visions of tomorrow sparkling. Focus your eyes toward the horizon, because the sun is merry. It is not setting, but rather just basking itself. What happens when the sun wants to watch a sunset, what does it do? It just grabs a cocktail and drinks bottomless. It closes its eyes and dreams, watching sleepy thoughts of her. She. You know her; she is every girl you have ever loved in the REM. The almost but never quite, she is the love of never enough. She is the love of every soul, people never filled up, we never are, that is why we consume, and it is at the core of change. The need. We are all victims to it, the hunger. What do you hunger for, worship, care, happiness, compassion, a place in the world? How about drugs, sex, pain, revenge, satisfaction, greed, money, power, fucking power. Cravings are life. Life is a craving. I crave the sunset like a perception, knowledge like a fountain, summer like the spring and fall. I crave the rarely content. I crave weird things. I crave the stellar, and interstellar. Its just life, its what gives you a fix, what fills the cup, what kills the pain. It is happy though, things, they are. Arent they? I guess not. I guess they are not happy all the time, or even some of the time. Shit exists, the brown color of murky waste, the stench of destructed comb-overs. The mush of feigned excrement does exist. As does the ambrosia, the nectar, the sweet syrupy sangria. The beautiful wife exists. The new child exists. The clandestine exists. I am not particular to either. I prefer the melancholy genius. I am addicted to melancholy addictives. The lazy Sunday melancholy I am particular to. The marijuana I am particular to. The sunset I am particular to. Because I am an anti-picnic. I am the anti-melancholy. I am the anti-Christ of tranquility. Therefore I like my opposite. I dont despise my nature. I like my nature as everyone SHOULD. Look at me. See what it is. Describe it for me. What do your eyes see? I dont want to know though. I just want to know if she is there. The girl from the dreams, do you see her. If not, tell her to hurry up, I am running out of addictions. I want to have my sunset drink, and I want to know puzzle pieces complete the sun, and puzzle pieces complete me.