Passionate desire is almost forbidden. Our lives are so short that we should be holding nothing back and yet we are so restricted, so restrained. I shouldn’t be called insane for matching the fever of life. For wanting everything to be intense. For going with the flow or going against the grain when it matters. Just letting life happen to you is for cowards. Accepting something as your lot in life is craven. Why can’t I decide I love someone or hate them after a few days of knowing them? I know myself well, these choices aren’t simple but they need to be made fast. I could die later, fuck tomorrow. I might not see tonight so why not say “fuck you” “love you” “bite me” while I’ve got the time. Stop running from being a part of life. Live. Live. Live. Live. As much as humans crave to be a part of something you’re all so scared to be a part of your own lives. You watch like spectators or like this is a television show someone is forcing on you. Stop that shit. None of us will get anywhere if we don’t act like this life is all we got. You think something waits for you after death as if it’s a do over. Like you’ll be able to insert 4 token and continue. You won’t.