Phosphoric euphoria [15-01-2012]

The randomness of people, including my own self I would suppose, is coming to me again... Oh, asylum, are you awaiting to become my very sweet sweet home...?
Filled with inspiration and amazement... Could be...would I let you be?

And now..ah so delightfully suddenly, the dark horrors of my black night skies begin once more and take me to the misty parts of Wonderland's forests.. Is it love? Or is it beauty? Or is it aggression? Or maybe it's the blackness corroding my lungs? As sweet as the smell of honeysuckle covered in a caramel swirl... I'm almost amazed, only if it was not so painfully sweet.. my lovely starless night, or might, why shan't it be?...

The randomness of people, including my own self, kicks in again..and again..and then again..still one more time..let it stay. Just a tiny slightly bit long-er.still? : )