così parlò VICTORIA
how silly of me. to stand on the edge. where nothing is real. when you open an umbrella saying you love the rain. and you don’t believe in who you are. someone told me a log time ago. that pain is so close to pleasure. but even though my mind is my finest art. the heaviest thing I carry inside me is emptiness. within the delirium I inhabit. there is room to run. enough for the soul to think in the dark. the hunger is endless. the courage is untamed. and my heart somehow still works. by the law of being victoria. this is the real deal.
life, punch me on the face. I need to feel alive.
