Patchwork Man

05/10/2013

There is a sincerity in self-destructive acts without witnesses. I need no applause and sneers as
I set my room to spinning. I need no discourse for my introspective critiques. Let the world fade into oblivion. I am a god of creative destructiveness; and a devil of destructive creativeness. I exist in a realm where sinner and sin coalesce into rumination. I need no approval. I need no disdain.
I've got a bottle of insight and an endless pool of confusion. I explore alone. I travel alone. I lose alone. I question my unfettered loneliness and I drink alone.