Maybe its bad, maybe its not. but all I know is what's going on inside my head. The force of my recognition has tapped into my writings now, captured and held them hostage. Its a passion that's fiery and bold defiant and cold yet the root is simple emotion and for the first time I'm experiencing it. I now understand the consistency of it and I'm not sure If I'm ready to relinquish myself to it... Its a beast that I'm attempting to slay yet have become the slain. Its quick and painless until its taken you and then your stuck in the whirlpool forever drowning. Somehow it manipulates you to do the unthinkable, unimaginable, and at times truly extraordinary. Its terrifying exhilarating and amazing, and finally it's mine.