HEAL.
❝ WHAT I CREATE IS ART AND CHAOS. ❞
CHARACTER BACKGROUND:
⥓ Alone. Selfless. Someone seeking for validation. Aris has been everything for everyone, to a point where he doesn't even know how to be himself. He now starts to stay away from everyone and surrounds himself with new people. Intimacy, lust, pain. Three of the most prominent feelings he experiences. But it was way better than the past few years of being abused, being taken for granted, being an option never chosen, being used as a fallback, a back up plan. Now he seeks revenge by doing what improves his well-being. Sex, alcohol, flings. This is where he finds fulfillment.
Articulating the beauty of such people who are wearing human expressions of perceived happiness is something I find satisfying. You see through the masks of the norm and look right at the skin and flesh of a broken person. You can see way past their smiles, a shattered soul, right through its core. Whispers slowly creeping its way to the mind, screaming rumors and paranoia, thirsty to sprend insanity and anxiety all over the insides, waiting to crumple every organ and every muscle, anticipating an explosion of lonely perspectives and bathroom floor dramas. It raises the body's temperature of self-hatred and doubts, as the human starts questioning itself. The burning sensation of the need to escape, the cry for help, the sound of silence, the war in peace, patiently waiting for someone to burst through a door to rescue a ruptured soul.
I woke up to the sickening thought of you. You used me. You always do. Begging me to stay because you benefit or will benefit from it, because you will need me at times you feel alone, because you will haunt the presence I bear when you see a bit of darkness. But have you ever seen my side of this dark room? Have you ever asked my state? No. You never did. Perhaps you don't care or at least is to selfish to. Your impact sent destructive vibrations down to my well-being. You begged me to stay, because it completes you but staying shatters me. You shatter me. But you're too self-absorbed to even notice. If I hadn't voice out, you would never even be concerned. So stop acting like you care, because at the end of the day, all you'll ever think of is yourself.
❝ CULTURE IS TO BLAME. ❞
ARIS DANE.
⥓ NSFW
⥓ 18+
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