i feel how it all disappears, piece by piece, slowly passes. soon i will be whole. the sea will lick my wounds and help me heal them. the music is going to be a sweet syrup for my soul, and the people, and the city. and art. creation.
creation is my salvation. art is my lover. the only thing i want to devote myself to other than my being.

and oh god, do i love being alone! no judgement, no restrictions, no worries, no jealousy, no negative emotions. my future is only mine, and even though it always was, now i sense it to the deepest levels. fuck whoever you want to fuck, be attracted to anyone, smoke, drink and take drugs, be who you want to be, think about anything you want. i feel incredible.