Attama13

I feel like an animal who is incapable of satisfaction. My desire is feed for a moment and famished the next. I'm like a blacked out drunk who wants to keep moving regardless of sense or need. A shark that has to keep swimming to breath... In this wondering I find myself here and now. Questioning: Is it my fault? Was I born this way? Did the misadventures of youth twist my fragile little brain? Is my seeming magnetism to unbalanced sorts to blame? Is it all just blind luck? The I think: Who knows. Who cares. I'm totally content in this papier-mâché future where everything burns. You never know what will happen, each moment threat