James 'The Matador' Faour

No matter what i say, i believe that i dont know myself sometimes. Wake up and look at the mirror, who do you see? A ghost that has no importance in what so ever in this little ball of hell called world or a heart broken guy who is trying to stand on his feet again and rebelieve in love that he once considered as the ultimate christmas gift or simply a student who is lost in a whirlpool sucking anyone who take a bad step forward, away from the family who are overseas in a country full of fascists and extremists,....or isnt that the same everywhere you go. I dont know myself anymore, everywhere i go, im recognized someone else, individules who were considered to be friends are not friends anymore, love that was between a lady where the moon bow to for her kindness and sweetness and myself is being tortured by the far distance that is between us. My only way to keep my mind in touch to whom is back home, whether a parent, a sibling, or simply a love, are words. Words of passions, words of craziness, words of....longing!