I want to watch the city from the top of my hill. I want to imagine a fire along the horizon. I want to feel the cool chill against my face. I want to justify my lack of interest. I want to burn away the past. I want to know what it is to be more alive than I've ever felt.
I want to be.
I want to exist.
I just want to listen to music.
all the time.
but not music, no, especially not under the popular definition.
I want to listen to distorted visions of emotion.
I want to blare noise.
