twilightmoon
When There's So Much Light, Why Do I Feel So Dark?
And You Are The Star Of The Music Videos In My Mind
death Still here. Still dying.
The world is finally turning again, the frigid cold piercing the world like a needle, following the grooves of the roads to make a cacophonous symphony of leaves crunching and cars honking and humanity slowly deteriorating into nothingness so profound that I can do nothing but sit and watch and wait. I'm feeling poetic today. I feel... I feel, first of all, which is something that hasn't happened in a while.
I question these memoirs. If that's what this has become. I question the validity of it, the purpose, the reason behind it all... But I'm not going to stop writing. By no means can I abandon this course of action.
Still here. Still dying.
Just struggling with time.
The world is finally turning again, the frigid cold piercing the world like a needle, following the grooves of the roads to make a cacophonous symphony of leaves crunching and cars honking and humanity slowly deteriorating into nothingness so profound that I can do nothing but sit and watch and wait. I'm feeling poetic today. I feel... I feel, first of all, which is something that hasn't happened in a while.
I question these memoirs. If that's what this has become. I question the validity of it, the purpose, the reason behind it all... But I'm not going to stop writing. By no means can I abandon this course of action.
Still here. Still dying.
Just struggling with time.
The Asylum's This Way
Still Lost
Cyanide Saints
Wander The Darkness
