Insane

Sorry I haven't been around or able to post anything. My mind has been relentless in crushing my spirit during the early mornings. Can't really describe how this feels, Can't even really feel how it feels anyways.

Wake up indifferent

Walk around silently

Dream up ambitions

Water-down anything possible

Call it hate, call it love, I call it simply Art

A destructive art that has all the ability to possess and crush every notion of serenity.

Thats the best I can proclaim given my complicated fucked up state of thoughts. Is it all my fault that my mind doesn't exist anymore? Wake me up when November comes, I'm fucking out of this.