The man from the Bush.

There is something growing inside of me, I have felt it for a long time. It's just like suttle screams inside my head, every time I feel really good. They want to come out, my vicious demons. I know they will grow on me, cause the worst part is, I kinda like it. The man from Perth spoke with harsh words, I know there was a boy inside the man, but his voice seemed sa uninspired. And by the end of the day, you start to fear such a man. Cause he hasn't got the capacity to carry my visions. But there is something growing inside of me, implosions of joy and anger pulsate through my very being. It is the feeling I get when life is really trowing me some bones. The feeling that disappears whenever I interact. That person may not be seen nor heard, cause he is a danger to his surroundings. Now I have to go to sleep in a dark room filled to the brim with stupid people. All I need is the connection, I will supply the reception.