"you're a beautiful,
a beautiful fucked up man."
the stories continue, whether we choose to write them, or not. i close my eyes to sleep and the characters dance in my head, nudging at me, persistent and unshakeable. i never remember it any different from this - i think i was writing before i knew how to hold a pen.
just like music, and my ability to love, the drive to write has always been with me.
i don't think i'd ever want it any other way.