a thousand funerals
all that die, live
a thousand funerals
Storyteller
all that die, live
a thousand funerals
distractions and delusions
paint a perfect trap
of dreams and day-dreams.
Walk with me through the dark side Walk through the dark side of my mind for a while. It’s nothing like you imagined me to be, yet everything – everything. It’s a dark web that connects all the dots without anything on display, ever. not a place I wanna be in, not a space for […]
Read More Impulsive – welcome to the dark sideSome million years ago, we were,
the few that we were,
were all naked together.
And in a few decades from now…
When you know, you are only a few breaths down the spiral
Is it worth pushing self or others?