It’s kinda hard to describe my experience, if these past 6 years of writing hasn’t already proved that already…
There’s this one particular experience that has really defined a lot of aspects of a lot of things…
Very descriptive; I know.
whatever…
There was a moment I remember vividly, though I forget the details surrounding the actually momentous occasion; I may have been tripping on acid or shrooms, if not, at least high on weed & Adderall. Maybe not Adderall, I forget if that was before I started taking it again.
whatever…
None of that’s really important; I was just probably high. Though, I could have been sober.
…
I’m getting lost in the sauce.
What’s the moment?
Me looking in the mirror, saying “I Am my own Art.”
There’s a lot I could expand on that, though, not at the moment. That’s not actually what I wanted to discuss, just some context.
Since I view my self as my Art, …
Most people see the Art, and not the Artist.
When most people meet me, they think, “He’s Perfect!” Because, öF course I Am; I Am a Great Artist, & I want 2 make a Good Man…
So i did, on the surface
I’m a good man underneath, too; people just don’t understand what actually makes a good man
…
The particular experience i actually set out to talk about is to describe another reason what separates my Sweet from every other girl I meet.
Most girls meet me and think, “He’s Perfect!” Then, the deeper they look into my Soul, a hesitation sprouts…
I won’t focus on that particular feeling; I experience it often enough to not have to kill it again… let’s just say a lot of identity issues have spawned from that… let’s say disconnect…
Though, my Sweet, when she met me, she did have that, “He’s perfect…” moment, though, hidden somewhere neither of us were aware, was that hesitation that normally sprouts later…
The thing is, when she finally got a peak inside, it didn’t feel like, “oh, wait a minute,” rather like, “oh, actually!”
…
This did not come out anywhere near how I imagined.
That’s fitting…
♡Sugar☆World☮ 