terça-feira, 20 de março de 2012

Turn me off.

- Im tired.
- Get some rest.
- I cant rest.
- Why?
- I just... cant.
- Aren't you tired?
- Im always tired.
- So go and get some rest.
- I CANT rest.
- Why?
- I never rest.
- But you are always sleeping.
- ... but never resting.
- I dont get it.
- Yeah, me neither.

sexta-feira, 16 de março de 2012

To say goodbye and never look back has never been so easy. Cant find myself home anywhere, cant feel fulfilled; its never enough, im never pleased. What once was good is now nothing but routine, and what once was shit is getting worse everyday, and i cant drown my mind like that, watch it die like it was nothing. My heart is already too spoiled to heal, and im afraid to need to tell the same about all the rest.