The chaos drips from my
finger tips...
You are.
A slow motion accident.
In black and white.
On silent film.
And I am vagabond...
craving stability
And all of it's decadence.
And learning to...
Feel at ease being
a (hand me down) a [pick me up]
The chaos drips from my
finger tips...
You are.
A slow motion accident.
In black and white.
On silent film.
And I am vagabond...
craving stability
And all of it's decadence.
And learning to...
Feel at ease being
a (hand me down) a [pick me up]
I joined DeviantART a good many years ago. I suspect it was 14 years or more. My information that would allow me access to my old account is long gone. It's gathered so much dust at this point that I would hardly think it was fair to use either way. That account belongs to my former self, someone who is a bit of a mystery to me. I don't assume I have to explain all of the things that one could lose in themselves over the course of a decade. I've often found myself at war inside of my head. Super charged with euphoria some days- volatile energy the next. And then I fall down. There were a number of times I had resigned myself to staying down