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The first chapter: jungle
We open with heat and screaming , then it will simmer down, then we will continue with showcasing voluntary decent for this segment, we are walking into hell for love or things much less worth it. There’s sparkling glamour and intoxication in the fall. We can’t help ourselves yet. We found beauty in all this destruction long ago so now it looks safe to us. We are where the doomed dance in a candle lit ballroom deep deep underground, will we snap out of it ?
Became a devil for that angels keep = Compromising yourself to secure the safety and love for something beautiful/ holy you would never ever want to lose. = ALL EYES ARE ON ME
^^^ I am Terrified . This is Confessional. I know what will happen to my life, it is a right of passage, I have been baptised by the other side, I have crossed a line and have left my own kind behind , the life of a simple man behind. When the archangels of fame and notoriety wash me down, normalcy bleeds out of me with every stroke. I know this is supposed to be beautiful process but I am just a man, I am terrified but I must go on, I clutch onto the only thing that comforts me, the only things I could bring with me from when things were normal. ( adjusting to fame )
Fame is more of a decent rather than ascension, it’s a baptism in attention , a coronation that feels like a curse, the spotlight burns instead of blessing , you lose a lot.
It will crown you whilst killing you. I know this is bad. But god does it feel good. Let me show you how I feel.
Attention becomes intoxicating, a drug that makes emptiness feel important. Here, Admiration becomes surveillance and the validation turns predatory , You reader, accepts it anyway.