I want to touch my feelings.
I want to reach down my throat to pluck away at my vocal cords and play a most destructive tune.
I want to rip my skull open and sift through the gritty things that live there, pull them out and drape myself in those raw thoughts and half ideas.
I want to carve a fantasy from my flesh in a beautiful juxtaposition of depravity and innocence.
I want to devour every inch of skin, get lost in that tangled ecstasy, that increase of breath and the rolling back of eyes at the power of my finger tips.
I want to spiral into the most elegant chaos, out of control and completely at home.
I’m craving excess on all levels.
All frequencies requiring more.
I am Gluttony and there is not a thing in this world that I cannot consume.