into: Art.......
. . Sleep, of which lures death as it closes in. Where resistance if futile and also uncertain. Uncertainty has become key to all, but choice lies in the hearts of man who blindly search for answers to find, in the end, what they had already known but had chosen to ignore. This vessel in which I an confined to only serves are a tool of guidance. An experience which can never be altered but distorted by denials deception and midnight delusions. "The shadow that stood by the side of the road, always reminds me of you...", echoing along the dancing waves that flicker like candle lights caught in a breeze. My eyelash in the dark, that flutters as an undertone between layers that separate thoughts with in my mind and yet my vessel is distant mechanized thoughts disturb what is not seen, not really me, a soul I maintain. Laughter surrounding me, sickens as dead air fills the room. Perception is regarded high, but pure existence has drowned. Complications lead to non-desire, as the endless possibilities are double standards and euphemism that mask reality.
occupation: ARTIST, COLLEGE STUDENT
CIGARETTES: Nope
ALCOHOL: Occasionally
MY DRUG USE: Drug Free
I AM LOOKING FOR: a man
MY KINK FACTOR: I'll try anything once, especially if you beg for it.
POT: Nope
MY STATUS: single
I WANT: Romance, Friendship, Online Flirting
MY PIGEONHOLES: Arty, Goth, Retro, Punk, Metalhead, Bookworm, Geek, Fetish, Diva