I am... I should be. I will be

They tell me that I have inside what I'm looking for.
I don't even know if I'm looking for something or if I ever did, but whatever it is, everything is dark.
The lights went out, I didn't pay the bill and they cut it off.

Listen.

Strong, bad, red, black, arrogant, mean, sexy, rogue...
I should be that one.

The soft me works inspiring tenderness and I'm going to continue using it at my whim but I must take out the badass I have kept and learn how to submit it to my personal enjoyment.

I will make them kneel before me, in the innocence and indecency.

I'm going to turn the world crazy as I become crazy, take it to my hell while I point to heaven and later chain and whip it, free it and its  masochist stocolm syndrome will be so intense that it's coming back to me on its own to drown into the rough sea of my emotions.

A roller coaster that derails, the terror tunnel of which you get out with the laugh of the adrenaline.

Salt of sugar.
Sugar of salt.
Spacy.
Soft.
Intense.
Untamed.
Quiet.
Wild.