Violence resides within us.
We are capable so we should embrace it as part of us.
There is beauty in anger and there is beauty in hatred.
Actively producing desperation. A complex webbing within an intricite structure as complex as fractals yet based on the simplest patterns. A need needing to be satisfied. A cringe.
A needle scratching inside your mind and heart, slowly pulling your attention towards the dark. Tainted with the beauty of impurity. To be able to see the dark means there is a foreign understanding about light. To strive for the jewel that is unreachable. To taste the fruit you have longed for, it's juices running over your mouth as you can finally indulge and devour with greed, with lust enhancing the flavor as there is no time to savor. It's almost ******. It is almost violent.
Striving to satisfy your needs... So basic.
A foundation laying motivation.
When was the last time you devoured something you desperately longed?