Instinct.

They say when your at the brink of an emotional climax is when the best pieces of writings come from. Whether it be fury or sadness, whether it is from impulse or a structured ideology.
Madness, insanity, nor distress could express the raw wild feeling that is engulfing myself.
Broken glasses, upside down wardrobes, uncensored words, that feeling of having a million fireflies in your gut and that oh so tempting crave to just break something.
Personas, panoramas, perspectives, point of view are all void, worthless, Nada.
The only real thing to be taken into consider is that own personal private want and need, screw whats important, screw what the worlds perspective of you.
An emotion is like an untamed pet, it is best to let it roam free, to let it do what it wants, but once it bites the hand that feeds it then precautions are needed. I've been always patient, but if its the last straw then it is. Trying to write without the installation of swearing is nearly impossible.
Stupid, unreasonable, mischievous thinking is what lurks behind anxiety, that is what fuels it, that feeling of suspicion and that lack of trust, that feeling of curiosity, that insanity.
Let's be honest, the world itself is insane, there is not one spec in the universe itself that lacks the least of insanity.
A sane world only happens in dreams, myths, folklores.
Although i feel as stupid as one of the kids from freedom writers, i just need somewhere to channel all my anger without breaking anything.