I think you could be something I would be good at. 

If you could only see the beast you've made of me, I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free. Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart, drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart. My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in, you are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl. Howl.  Now there's no holding back, I'm aching to attack. My blood is singing with your voice I want to let it out. The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground. Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins. I want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness. And howl. Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, starts so soft and sweet and turns them into hunters.

Hunters. Hunters. Hunters. 

This is thrilling, and also very terrifying.

I think one of the reasons I went to Switzerland in the first place, was to realize that there is a lot more to life than what is drilled into our heads from birth: go to school, go to university, get a job, get married, have lots and lots of babies. As if babies and marriage and a job are what determine our success in life, what determine our merit as individuals. 

We're kept busy. School, homework, part-time jobs, extracurricular activities, family events. And we're kept underpressure. A+'s, GET A JOB, "do you have a boyfriend yet"'s. It's a wonder anybody has any time to think.  Think about whether or not what they are doing, is what they want to be doing, or if it's what everyone else is telling them to do. 

Don't get me wrong, I want to get a job, and get married, and have babies. Since jobs make money you need to live, and I don't want to die alone, and any person living on this earth will do a combination of these things, if not all three for the exact same reasons. But along the way, they'll take the mere action of breathing for granted, robotically moving towards an intangible goal that everyone is telling them to move towards. Some picture society has painted for them to keep them motivated. Some point down the road where everything will make sense, and they'll know exactly why they had to work so hard at everything and someone will tell them "good job, you win at life". And they'll look around, and have everything they ever thought they wanted, but they'll have spent 40 years of their life tediously drudging through a whole lot of uneccesary shit and never experiencing anything. 

Life is short. So live it up, drink it down, laugh it off, avoid the drama, take chances, and never have regrets because at one point everything you've ever done was exactly what you wanted.

I have learned that consequences shouldn't prevent you from anything. There IS no destination, there is movement. There is life, and love, and we shouldn't ask for anything more than that.

Inspiration comes to me easier when I am unhappy. And when I am bored.

I am neither of these things, so maybe I should go in a different direction with todays blog? Except, I am not very funny either. So, I guess I will just leave it at the fact that I am ridiculously happy.