Not trying to be just a new page in the book of a creative. They’ll build a spine for the book of souls they’ve collected. I’m the type thats just trying to break the mold. I’m not a new paintbrush to help coat the linings of your cold empty tomb, your lonely home.
When this type considers to be through, they’ll leave you with all the demons from a past to haunt you and your current views. People are not tools for your advancement. In my mind I imagine starting a family, marriage. Not the time for narrow minded passions & latchings of temporary artistic addictictions to good and bad things cause all thats a bad habit. Detrimental to self, leaves you leveling down. It makes you mild, im no longer a child. Some make the field of relations too wild. I enjoy uncensored passion but not just for singular advancement.