written on the bullet...
long time no update.. sry but there is nothing to tell at all.. still no life, what´s new? Ôo
nothing more than drifting (luv the word x] ) through time
hate waiting.. can´t motivate me to do anything seriously..
thinking, thinking, thinking.. can´t stop.. should stop.. want to stop
passive-agressive.. isthereanyonewhocares
actually starting to use my writing journal.. two new pieces of chaotic thoughts without sense. don´t like them.. posted them anyway.. [non]fictional
It's the sense of touch.
In any real city, you walk, you know?
You brush past people,
people bump into you.
In L.A., nobody touches you.
We're always behind this
metal and glass.
I think we miss that touch so much,
that we crash into each other,
just so we can feel something.
L.A Crash
nothing more than drifting (luv the word x] ) through time
hate waiting.. can´t motivate me to do anything seriously..
thinking, thinking, thinking.. can´t stop.. should stop.. want to stop
passive-agressive.. isthereanyonewhocares
actually starting to use my writing journal.. two new pieces of chaotic thoughts without sense. don´t like them.. posted them anyway.. [non]fictional
It's the sense of touch.
In any real city, you walk, you know?
You brush past people,
people bump into you.
In L.A., nobody touches you.
We're always behind this
metal and glass.
I think we miss that touch so much,
that we crash into each other,
just so we can feel something.
L.A Crash