Things are always changing drastically in our lives, that sometimes it feels so good to be lost. We are forced to walk so many fucking lines throughout this life- that make absolutely no sense- so it feels good to get banged up and bruised, and totally disoriented to the point of impulsive panic. We smile and ache for that awakening. Thats the only way we grow.
Sometimes, setting yourself on fire is the only way to feel alive...
