On wiskey and cookies

A strange relationship can be found between distant objects, words and even worlds. Like the unreasonable belief that mars is in fact the star of war. The drunken kids with the urge to eat a cookie in the middle of a party night.

About half the vanguard knights are ready to sacrifice their lifes willingfully in order to be remembered as the 'horde witch brought chaos upon the land'  however most of them do also try to be home by the afternoon. The shadows that scare in the night are, on most cases, casted by the cutest of the beings in the day. The contradiccions swirling around one's head might drive another soul to assylums for madness treatment treatment only meant to push towards the weaks corners of the mind under the wrong ideal of breaking the shell of sorrow, supposing that behind is hidden a butterfly of happiness when the only actual thing is shell, empty of anything worth rescuing.

At last, rest

As days get more and more uninteresting i find myself lost, lost and wishing for a place to rest of all this madness.

Finding it is not more than a relieving dream. For walking towards the end is all what can be done when the soul is shatterd and the stars find their way to shine with a black sky.

The real of slumber carries not peace to the soul, but a rest for a body in the blink of rotting inside itself. For the path never ends and the fall never stops, this soul shall once again be blind and away for a slice of night to fight against itself instead of the usual demons of noon.

Uphill

When you are deep, deep inside the hole of despair, when light seems like a blurry memory and all you do is scream inside yourself. That moment, that instant death speaks of the end, that time is not the time you seek death.

About being a "Gigantic faggot"

Hello  once again my little friends...

Forget that.


It seems someone (probablly many people too) believes that i am a really stupid and hopeless human being. Not far from the truth that is what i used to think about myself a couple months ago.