purevolume™

Just me

I immerse myself in the same society that kills my spirit.

poetry/love is in my veins and I'm not the best at making it, but I see it everywhere I go and in everyone I meet.

I am unstable but upbeat and my identity is flexible.

I am a modern hippie, if such a thing exists.
I am: impulsive indecisive inept.

I am irritating. And highly flammable.

I level with authority,
am intimidated by honest interest,
have a horrible singing voice.

I freeze up under pressure and break things when I multitask.

I sing and dance when I am overwhelmed with lust.



Everyday I wake up new.


This life kills me each day.

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