THE WOLFRAM
Wolves are a lot like girls who leave red lipstick at the end of cigarettes.
For the record, I’ll take your beautiful thoughts over your beautiful face any day sweetheart. Confidence is essential, but vanity is simply disgusting to me. People comfortable in their skin are more admirable than I can put into words, but there is a rather fine border between “full of yourself” and “full of beauty.” I only say this because people are quick to judge before they even get to know someone. It’s NOT ENOUGH to say you know someone based on what you’ve heard; so here I am.. Stripped to the bone, no false pretenses. Let ME tell you who I am.
I’m what you call a bomb in a birdcage: I broke the limit, I destroyed every give a fuck meter I had, I defy all guidelines, I will never be caged nor contained by any standard less than my own. I’m ticking and beating on the inside and my heartbeat does not know anything more than tragedy and you can observe that by the ruckus and red paint I bring to your town. I hold a smile that lights up the world, I also have an inner demeanor that screams to hold your hand if I’m not crushing it’s bones. I laugh like you’ll laugh with me, and I’d kiss all day if I had the chance. I write like my soul is exploding on paper, and I revolve around most things that people have lost sense of, things that some people kill for; like strong love, loyalty and peacefulness. Sleep has stolen too much from me; I wish my eyes could stay open forever at a young and fast pace; letting the stars beam down at me as I gaze at them with the dreams I will never let go of.
I got big dreams, bigger hopes, and I got something going for me. I’m always reaching for bigger and better things. I’ve got a lust for life, and despite the many doors that have closed on me; I’ve learned that it only brought me to the open ones that welcomed me for who I am. I live my life according to my own beliefs. I don’t knock your way of life so don’t even bother discrediting mine.