it’s like britney gone mad. it’s hopeless. it’s restless. it’s decay at its best. i always loved to watch things rot. well things here are very, very rotten. it’s like paris and nicole on the simple life. it’s the biggest i don’t give a fuck i’ve ever gave. it’s like a feeling of loss, like a feeling of depth. it’s hopeless like i said. it’s cold like stone, even in the warmest of weathers. it’s always raining and the sea is always with waves although you won’t feel a thing. it’s untouchable, unreachable. it’s already gone but you’re still looking for it. it’s like diving into the darkest ocean and not listening to anything at all. is silent. mute. it’s black even when it’s white and it’s dark even when there’s light. it will be forever doomed and i won’t do a thing to change it. it’s about acceptance. pleasure in pain. it’s like a silent rain forest. it’s like a desert with wind. it’s like the skin of a lizard who stayed in the sun for too long. it’s more like a moth than butterfly. it’s like a siren, calling from far, but you’ll never see her. it’s more about sunrises than sunsets. it’s more about dust than stars. it’s what i’m trying not to become. it’s what i can’t avoid. it’s what i find beautiful and can’t explain why. it’s i’m too tired to care at its finest glory. enjoy.