Stuff
Sometimes our minds make us believe , paint a picture of what we wish to see.. blinded by the falsities and masked by insecurities. I dont know if you realize, that your not alone. Can you let me know.. Theres someone out there for you. thats going through, the same as you. Within these pictures is the proof within each lie holds the truth. Each day that dies another one completes the circle and its passed on without a second though. This devine world we hold true is nothing but a figment of your imagination.. the degeneration.. The massacre of the soul. It needs to stop but where do we start when we dont remember where it ends? How do we go on when theres nothing left to grip onto and how do we stop when weve forgotten how to breath?