macabaret

excuse me miss, i need to throw up in your purse.


it hits you hard, right in the gut, in the very core of your essence of being.

the realization.

you feel nauseous, excited, petrified, exhilerated, giddy.. basically out of your mind.

because there's a possibility. a maybe. an if.

the unknown mystery of the whole ordeal is what gets to you, it's what gives you that sense of being completely insane.

maybe you are the twisted one after all, who takes sucha small sliver of hope and hangs desperately onto it anyways?

no logical person.

that is to say no dreamers. no artists. no lovers.

no visionaries. no revolutionists. no people who make change happen instead of just talking about how great it would be.

something's about to start happening. andi hav eno idea what. and i could jsut be fooling myself. it could jsut be foolish hope. who knows.