8-3-16
Everything here is hyperactive,
Like I can't stop,
99 miles an hour and we're laughing in the night air,
and I'm alive,
I'M ALIVE
And I'm reckless and young and an artist.
What more could I ask?
I've found love within my faults,
Love within my past,
Love within the bad shit.
We don't sleep in this city,
We just create.
Bass louder than the screams

Psychological warfare
The mess is so desirable.
Behind the lens of a camera,
We're living lives
Lives we click away on keyboards.
We live out what we make for ourselves,
We become what we love.
And if you've fallen in love with an art,
Don't you feel lucky?
Because artists are burdened but blessed in the best ways possible.
An art that saved my life,
It's right here
An art to keep me up at night,
It's right here
An art that made me who I am
It's right here
An art that gave me freedom
It's right here
An art that's my lifeline
It's right here
An art that I have willingly spun into my DNA like it's do or die,
It's right here.
And this city it's built and all of its lights and all of its highs
Are meant to be explored.
And I'm not sure I'll ever get enough.
I panic at the fact that this is going to be over someday,
But let's make the best of all of this fucking time we've got
And just go for it,
All systems go,
Don't stop till we're so close to decay we can taste it on our tongues.
- (m.m)

We've got so much ahead of us