in the road, the endless waves of traffic, the desertion of emptiness, the crazy road-rage elderly women, the dead duck lying on the pavement.
in life, the desire to have great memories, the thought of the walking dead becoming reality, the pain of confessions, the challenge of staying alive.
in pain, the agony of a broken bone, the joy of losing a tooth, the sight of raw flesh being drawn in your face.
in lust, the inward observation of the body, the desire of the distinctive, the disappointment in a perfect shape, the joy of even the worst climax
in souls, the identity of a pure spirit, the thought of a deeper purpose floating around inside of you, the truth of where your soul goes after death.
in music, the vibration your bones feel from the bass, the provocation of a perfect tone, the pulse of a dope lyric, the striking sound of a snare drum, the sweet sensation of a tune.
I believe in love.
in everything necessary to survive.