Chaos

Chaos is what I thrive on. It makes my heart go a million miles a minute with out the use of any outside chemicals. Chaos is not wanting to ride the roller coaster, but needing too, just to see if this is going to be the time it goes off the rails. Secretly hoping it does. Chaos is an aphrodisiac that is stronger than any hormone inducing pheromone that can be spritzed behind ones ear or on the nape of the neck. Chaos is having a thousand things crammed into your mind, and the thrill of knowing only you can put it in order. Chaos is putting flame to cigarette and cigarette to lips all the well knowing that you should not. Chaos is making sure there is room in your mind so that there will always be a place for the memories of just two random days one autumn that you do not want to forget. Once chaos infects your blood stream it attaches to your soul, never to let go. Don’t confuse chaos with adrenaline, although the two mix well together they are different. If you cannot take the chaos there is no need to stand in line for a ticket. It is not for everyone. This is fact. The risks are there, and the fall could be hard. But I like roller coasters.