She believed everybody had this drive, but that they justify it into things like "religion, politics, family, work" and that she just wanted to experience that drive without those veils around it. She not only did not want to let go of this drive to "live a better life" she was believing that that drive was the only real value in life. The flame that burned within every human being, but the very flame that they tried to extinguish. The flame of no joy, no friendship, no companionship, no safety, the flame of void. The flame that sometimes takes over the person which humans disgustingly call "depression". The only real flame, calling one away from the prison. The flame of chaos. Her mother was presently absent with her constant harassment and fear and her father was ever present with his calculated absence. She grew herself up into a malfunction of an antithesis to this existence, it was beautiful seeing her move around the room devouring every sort of life.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
