I think it may be time
Time to let go, move on, give up
Face the music and let the world consume me
Meet the fate i tried to change
Accept the nothingnesss and drift away into the eternal abyss of worthlessness of the me i really am and accept that the me I want to be is the stuff that pipes are made of
Thursday, 16 July 2015
Just a writer living and lurking in the dark corners of my mind. And somehow surviving. Occasionally I surface to write something like Virgil, Dana, Salinor, Brothers and Frenemies and Broken. Otherwise just your normal starving artist who chooses cheesecake and fries and Moscato as his artistic fuel and calorie indulgents.