the interlude of your gameshappenstance, or: as it seemed ...like one of those makeshift enigmas thatswizzle into a thundering tornado, whizzingright ..
its different for me. I never had a love like ours. I neverhad... something so real. so it feels ... different forme. I never knew how to explain how ..
povertysometimes the worlds dirt is the only place we can call homewhere our skin is better brittle than to have bruises.abuse is everywhere. let me s..
No one knows you: my tiny beating heart.No one can pull you apart- my heroineaddict, the one addicted to the drugs that arethe countless beating heart..
I use to pull strands of my hairOutTo just feelAnd before that I use to just close my eyes andWishFor someone to come and steal me into the nightSomew..
oh-callous sea!mangy puddles made by you and me..what of the shells?and the burrowed hole created by eternity?the great fishes don the new dawn as if ..
the wind never blew so hardbefore. i feel change in the air, as if someonebound the many hands of factions divided tothe very chains that hold the uni..