January 2012
23 posts
tnxs che for teaching me how to use tumblr.
this is now the beginning of my blogging career…
Bwahahahhaha
There’s a story I created out of this life some time few years ago. It was the clearest memory on my mind since then. Every detail has always been specific and real. Ironic that every time I put an end to it I see a new plot constantly continuing itself. Until……
I’m troubled, AGAIN over and over AGAIN. The more I try to go up the more I stayed stuck in this whole violetness. I needed to be well to realize I was and still awful. No, there’s really no effort or what so ever that’s been put to help my mind find its way out of the whole it has created. It’s drowning itself into illusions up to the last breath of freedom it can gasp. What if peace of mind can be bought? Will it cost a lifetime to pay for it?
