looking at old picture...
influences .. copies .. head filled with cotton.. the barrier and the laziness of it all..
stopping me from feeling anything.. while i watch people do what they do.. because they have to..
without any respect for what has to be done.. i wanna fight them but i don't really know with what.. what do u say other than No..
No NO NO No.. i heard myself saying that so many times.. it doesn't surprise me if its the only constant...
i am ok .. i am not okay...
bright pink light shining... filling the room... with warmth... the day wasted and defended by the pink light...
plants and trees to fill up space and time...
kekkashi filling my waking hours...
there is nothing really to show here..
the fly has more purpose than i....
