Instinctaphobiac

And just around the bend form this particular stretch of mediocre highway is the happy open ground of brilliant success. And where is the light? Where is the light? Show the ocean to be where it is! Blend all of your realities into one phantasmagorical lust-fest. Give me the heartache, the joy, the unrelenting sting of failure's breath. Give life to heavy emotions. Employ whatever potions must be used to give weight to experience. I am an un-illuminated iron-barred vessel to hold the soul in. Seek we the cracks. Hold hands and slip through. Hold hands and transcend.