I have plenty of needs, being one of them, the ability to become a breathing human.

This sight of life makes me gulf every breathe as the last, as if I have a fraction of a second to live. Not in the childish and megalomaniac kind of way but as a bright insurgent kind of livable, adorable and unsuspected man.

Needing makes me drunk and resonates a junkie addicted in some kind of substantial illegality.

Needing is part of my altruistic mode of saying I’m here for everybody, but now I need you back.