he was like candy, all sweet and gooey. sugary. like a cavity just waiting to happen. i couldnt help myself from wanting a taste. like the first bite of a tart apple, or the feeling of fire on your tongue, the poke of a toothpick. all of it was him. he was the one that i couldnt get out of my head. i couldnt sleep or eat or remember my shoes. I needed to have him, like a child needed cake. when i finally got the bite the sour, the sweet, the jab of fire i couldnt help but face the fact that sometimes the illusions are just better as being delusions in your head.
"beauty is not in the eyes of the beholder, but in the hands of the creator" "live like you draw and go crazy" (I am never afaid to express myself through my art... I mean, isnt that what the whole "art thing" is for ?! xP
Hey tom I don't know how to get a hold of you anymore, but saw you were on here recently so I'll leave a message! We should go get something to eat or coffee to catch up sometime!