Everything is the same as before I'm staring at the wooden door
Every glance brings back the memories...
Thanks ! antisclxtrovert
for giving me this amazing idea to write .
I hate myself. I hate myself to the extent where I avoid looking in mirrors,
I can't believe this. I never knew I could feel so empty.
''Tired of this world, are we?''
Not intended for sensitive audiences as it contains dark topics.
Something I wrote years ago. Just came to me during a stroke of inspiration.
Image courtesy of Unsplash.com and https://unsplash.com/@davide_pietralunga
If anyone's interested. I uploaded two video...
I've been staring into the nothingness that haunts my dreams. Coming over the bend, it starts circling around my disillusioned point of view.
From https://comingbacktomortality.wordpress.com/2019/1...
When nothing seems to fit together and you can't keep things straight...
When your thoughts ... are a worldly version of one of Jérôme bosch’ paintings
Everything is the same as before I'm staring at the wooden door
Every glance brings back the memories...
Thanks ! antisclxtrovert
for giving me this amazing idea to write .
I hate myself. I hate myself to the extent where I avoid looking in mirrors,
I can't believe this. I never knew I could feel so empty.
''Tired of this world, are we?''
Not intended for sensitive audiences as it contains dark topics.
Something I wrote years ago. Just came to me during a stroke of inspiration.
Image courtesy of Unsplash.com and https://unsplash.com/@davide_pietralunga
If anyone's interested. I uploaded two video...
I've been staring into the nothingness that haunts my dreams. Coming over the bend, it starts circling around my disillusioned point of view.
From https://comingbacktomortality.wordpress.com/2019/1...
When nothing seems to fit together and you can't keep things straight...
When your thoughts ... are a worldly version of one of Jérôme bosch’ paintings