Author S. K. Nicholas

Others will sneer, but when you’ve got the soul, nothing else will matter. And what else is there, then having a soul? A sense of purpose. A reason for existing other than to simply make up the numbers. Stand out from the crowd. Be different. Not in appearance, but in visions and beliefs. Make a stand against bland ideals. Pierce the minds and hearts of all those who hide away from truth. Madness is the key. The crazed notion of wanting more from life than what’s preached to us since birth. Preach danger. Chant words as holy keys. Bullets to tear down doors. Bullets for freedom. Love to conquer fear. Love’s dart, always seeking those who dare to change the rules. Break down the walls. Destroy bland culture. Piss on apathy. Fuck blind deceivers, and seduce all those who secretly wish to be saved from their own dim circles of hell. Be whatever you want to be. Take the days in hand, and tear them apart. Laugh like a lunatic. Cry at the beauty of it all. Run into the storm, and dance with the monsters of your childhood. Drink to celebrate. Bow down to relics of trust. Denounce boredom. Rise into the stratosphere, and never look back. Born again. A martyr for plague lovers. Be for real, each and every day. Hail to the wonders of creation. Hail the lunacy, of all those reckless decisions. Lust for a life, where nothing makes sense. Chaos, to banish the horrors of that tired old you.