I want to laugh, I want to cry. I want to feel good, I want to feel bad. I want to love, I want to hate. I want to enjoy, I want to suffer. I want friends, I want enemies. I want to curse, I want to praise. I want to read, I want to forget. I want company, I want to be alone. I want to fly in bliss, I want to drown in melancholy.
I don’t want to learn any art to live. I don’t want my canvas splashed with paints, red, blue or green, white or black. I duon’t want the strings of my heart fiddled. I don’t want my soul tamed by induced hope or fear. I don’t want to lose my impulse. I don’t want to dissolve into a chorus. I want to be the shrillest voice in cacophony.
I want to be natural !
