Nothing has been the same, nothing will ever be the same. Agony's distorted verbal attacks from the near but very present past, the calmness of the wind as it frisk the forest with its delict hands spreading an abundant amount of pollen as spring grows near and near. I ask the question of what will bring me back to clarity and normality but its not as simple as moving on or letting go you have to forget every last drop of blood that was ever shed the countless mistakes and hardships you've cost people. In this scope of matter and forms there is no longer a soul that knows me, now I'm just wondering to leave soon and be put to rest by decay of natural process. That's truly alone now I'm just a shell of who I once was my potential has fallen there is no other word that suites me more then regret. I regret staying a live for those I loved and I regret living, nothing will ever feel normal again not love not any relationships. My heart is nonexistent.
dude i wish i as that good at art
What Do Virtual Worlds Tell Us About Our Own?
My life is completely empty… It’s nothing but a joke and a nightmare… Nothing good ever happens and nothing good is going to happen… What’s the point?
If made an album
Richard Siken
Nicolás Lamas at Meessen De Clercq in Belgium at Meessen De Clercq in Belgium
Jacqueline Bisset / production still from Philippe de Broca’s Le Magnifique (1973)
“She’s a Killer Shane!”
“She’s also my Queen”
|Seduce the soul & the mind first|
The smile I sought out for is now a frown, colors from brown to grey, till yet I see that beautiful face.
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