BluesForTheRisingSun

I am Livingthenonlife.

"Do not search for me, I am not there. I am the wind that whistles, I am the breeze that blows. I am the trees that sway, I am the sun that scalds. I am all, I am nothing. Do not search for me, I am not there..."
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I do not consider myself an excellent writer, nor anything more than the average adolescent, who has an indescribeable passion for the written word.
Poetry is the language that I speak. Art is my means of heartfelt communication. Writing is my outlet from the world. Music is my distraction from reality.

I ♥ anything but reality

running, screaming, laughing, crying, dancing, smiling, coughing, dying, waking, sleeping, eating, drinking, happy, sad, angry, mad, loving, living, playing, striving, falling, drowning, sinking, caving.
welcome to my life...

i am an unspecified specie.


Call me a fantasist
Call me a liar
Call me a satanist
I'm just writer


"Im looking at you through the glass, dont know how much time has passed- All I know is that it feels like forever; and no one ever tells you that forever feels like home- sitting all alone inside your head"
- Through the glass, Stone sour


Note: I have zero tolerance for imposters.



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