pirra

its times like this i think i could stay up forever, sleep is not for me right now.
sleep is for pussies.
right now, i feel like life couldn't get any better than this.
to some degree, because of this:

I'm both flattered and intimidated that you'd have me touch this for you. To be honest, I'd read it a few times, and felt a bit too nervous to comment on it. I didn't feel like I knew you, or your inspiration/situation well enough. Didn't wanna make you feel like I was standing too close to you.
The mood stretches out serenely human, pulses indignation, then silent assassin, then burns into the memory. It's a quick, lethal blossom of fire. It's a carefully codified tapestry of painful realization.
The formation is genius, frankly. The use of symbols to stamp and pound meaning and personal significance into the hypothalamus of its reader/medium is almost violent, but absolutely necessary.
My spoken, ad hoc rating would be somewhere between: Somewhere between "Wow. Good job." and "Holy shit! You were drunk when you wrote this?"
It hits. It hits hard. It's not an accident. Please keep expressing yourself this way.

actually, this could make my week, i love this boy already.