I come in the form of words that will swallow you whole.
I will crack your skull open like a geode and read you like a book. And then when I know your soul, I will turn you into a poem, written in crimson lip liner on a mirror. I love anything and everything red. And black dogs and black cats with red collars. And rats. And alone time. And words. And myself. I enjoy the depersonalisation of humans and the personification of anything un-human. I like games. Video games and card games and head games. I don’t enjoy silence or empty parking lots. I don’t take well to authority. I am in love with learning but I can’t be taught. I like knowing things that others don’t but I like teaching others everything I know. I like to grow out my hair just to chop it all off again. I like to stay in one place just so I can run away from it. I am a walking paradox. A breathing contradiction. A living anomaly. I am impossible and unstoppable. I am what the kids call ‘An Atrocity To God’. But do not get me wrong – I am so incredibly in love with life and everything in it. It’s been a pleasure to meet you.
