So I´m here, writing once again. I think it is important to remember that this is the first time I write after I decided I wouldn´t do it anymore. And it is because of you. I did not lie when I said t...
A veces puedo sentir la locura entrando por mi espalda, apoderándose de mis piernas y mis brazos. Controlando mis dedos y sometiendo mis parpados. La oscuridad en la habitación deja de ser simple oscu...
I thought I was never going to meet you. Finally, I met you. ¿Finally? WHAT ARE YOU, after all? What are you trying to tell me? You crazy, ironic, motherfucking ghost. You are fed by Ultra-Violence. ...
We have great fear of the sounds our hearts make when falling to the ground, breaking. Still, we make fun of that which we are wrongly convinced lies below our feet, and we think of ourselves as great...