Million more

Hold on,  To that last strand.  To that last strand of hope.  To that last strand of life.  To that last strand of sanity.  Because they can last a whole life,  And a million more. 

Poison

I always wondered that in older times, why did people say, "What's your poison?".  And today,  I found the answer.  Every person has his own poison, a notion he feeds himself real slow, a notion that's slowly killing him yet is also keeping him alive. A notion he can't let go, because the pain it … Continue reading Poison

Run

I dont wanna face anything. I want to run away from everything, run a mile. Then sit down and listen to music, so loud that ear start bleeding. I wanna run away from everything.  It's not because I'm afraid of facing things, it's just that I'm tired, tired of shitty people, shitty situations.