Bloody, Bloody

I can taste the blood in my mouth, it’s bloody, bloody. I bite my lips and blood gushes out of it, and it smells like copper but taste like something else. I think I am going to go back to sleep, the habit of waking up at four in the morning is one that I need to let go off on the weekends, it’s really not that important.

A little chaos never hurt anyone because it forces creativity to take birth. As you know, all birth requires pain, anyway, the worthy births. Destructivity is birth in itself, only the birth of negativity.