Writing

Horses in my dreams. Like waves. Like the sea. Marigold in novels, of unspoken questions. Speak to me heavenly. For I have lost my way. Ope..

It seems like the only existing love is Depression. When you loose everything, and you get hurt so much, It seems as if you don't care anymore.

What everyone could be looking right past

There is no sickle’s compass, no place for you to hide, there is simply the truth now: Death is not what I fear, I must admit, for wha..

Something I wrote about some complicated questions

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