i like the hot mess.
i love the passionate, unstable, undefined, colorful, early, bleeding, loud, thick, gutteral, chaotic, enmeshed, contrasting, real, familiar, wet, stained, confusion.
i love the unconfined and irrational beauty like i love early kandinsky. i love the uncertain passionate moments that i know will lead to recognition if i look hard enough.... and i love the option to not look. the warm glow i feel looking at the hot mess still draws me in more than clear lines and definite shapes. the future will always bring change, and (in most cases) clarity.... but i will always feel the draw of the hot mess.
