My head seems to be in an eternal spinning motion.
And yet I seem okay, enjoy the fresh air and weather and yet my self-destruct mode continues.
The extreme is utter craziness… but I love extreme.
The thrills is probably more arousing than sex itself.
I could go cliff diving, and jumping off bridges.
I want to loose it all and not look back on what was left.
I start simply with my mind in a haze, the good kind of haze.
My impulsive mind begins…