Glasgow

This friday

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The past is alive and it creates a surreal reality.

All of a sudden.

I am so small.

I have nothing left.

I threw it all away.

All.

I try to talk.

I am not heard.

I try to feel.

I am just hurt.

The new sphere of sorrow and mind misery.

Where I am.

I am trying to run.

I hope I will take the right turn.

Away from this morbid reality.

That slowly breaks me down.

 

 

The hardest thing in life must be sorrow and broken heart.

I faced them both this week.

Your world stops and nothing ever means anything no more.

Happiness and joy can not exist.

Life must go on.

My sorrows never ends.

Still it can turn.

Evrything can come again.

It can all return.

The joy and the meaning of life.

My happiness, my everlasting strife.

I never been good inviting folks to events. If I´ve been it is because I do paid others to do it for me.

So if you are not invited, I do not mean to exclude you. It it feels that you belong you are free to come.

It is all about them of you whom feels I can give.

So you can take.

Never to abuse.

Just to use.

Because there is only one whom can take, use and abuse my soul.

The one whom already stole my heart away from you others.

What is true never dies.

Some times it changes directions.

It just never dies.

Because it is the naked truth.

The most inner you can ever feel.

Sooner or later t will come back and haunt you.

Chase your mind.

Stalk your steps.

It will be with you night after night.

It just neither walks away or dies.

It will sway behind you in the shadows for thousands of years.

It is for one reason.

People are good at hiding away from it.

They realize sometimes too late.

Because it will never die.