I hate the date of birth Another reminder I’m going to die Today I found maggots in my spice… Delicious delicious spices But how delicious am I

Am I me Or am I what they want to see I have him Or do I want her too Do I love it

This sick memory, that sick memory. All of this dirt Wash me clean. I am filthy.

and when you’re mad at me I get nauseas. The air stimulates it, food, whatever is brought to my face gets me sick.The opposite of butterflies in the tummy. It’s an intense feeling.You ...

I live without waiting. I am impatient to not just exist. Even a canvas can hold a great sto… Run wild in the streets of this to… Listening to the songs of the bird…

A canvas in the stream, that’s all my life is as it seems. I have to row each day as i paint… I learn from them and i often cont… I paint the sky as my limit,

Lover, father, sister, brother, mo… Every single one. All in, out none. That is what you are. I have been listening to the stars…

there’s a half moon in the night s… the hills I see clearly as they sh… a blanket of smoke rests upon the… the smoke is wildin now as the win… No wait, I think it’s come to pla…

What we think may only be one thin… It is what we think. Our own perception, remains an impression. We create it and so through things…

She now sleeps alone in the dark. By herself she has to find herself… It’s dark, she’s blinded. Afraid and alone. She has one option and one alone.

My mind is not the safest dwelling… for most parts inside me. Thoughts, fears, pain, misery and… It’s never quiet in here, even when I’m lonely.

The notes flow out of his fingerti… The piano compliments his lips. His voice travels upon the athmosp… The solemn song it delivers disapp… Deep into the hearts of many.

I gave you a piece of my soul to see, and you destroyed more than I gave you, you even brought those broken pieces back to me to see. My peace of mind, my sacred place in time taken awa...

there’s a love story in the world… it’s in a specific book i knew i read it so many times iv left it behind id like to go back

Life asked me once; “What’s the price for your life”? I answered saying; “Not a dime”. Then again I said;