The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn,burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..

-Jack Kerouac

i live for streams of colours and lines of none, your touch is soft but no good here, i shall live out loud through a snapshot of emotion, tears and fury. Welcome to my life but remember its not real - simply just a moment in time.

i am in lust