scouting
life
Being poetic is the only reason why death seems so precious as life if you have nothing to loose.
If you think about it your whole world is created by artificial friends, who ever knew one would own a doll for so long.
Living in longing for things you are scared to achieve. Probably you hate words enough thats why you keep it in mind that your mind might hear voices which aren’t there.
Controlled by will of power we burst bubbles we live in without effort of rescue because it is all within you .
Days seem dark after walking into darkness or is there less light to deal with fear
(2015)
