if i could, i'd erase myself from not just humans memory but any beings in this world that i had a single chance of communicating with them and made a nostalgia with them.

no don't worry it's not that serious, only you might just found me rotten some where.

i have waited for so long that i quiet don't remember how does it feels to finally achieve something.

since when was to endure is to live?

you lead me under the trees, into the forests. and we bleed beneath the intrusive winds.

you should never rely on me. even i myself would never trust that evil bitch.

the street roads are telling me to cross without looking out for cars passing.

the street roads are telling me to jump off the next bridge i see.

being an adult in this economy and with this lack of mental health feels like a fever dream.

i wish i was a sad cow in the foothills of switzerland.

here i am, rock you like a hurricane!

1:24 my body is burning, it starts to shout. desire is coming, it breaks out loud. lust is in cages, 'til storm breaks loose, just have to make it with someone i choose.

there's this urge to speak. to talk about how you feel, to seek help, shelter, anything to be saved before it's too late.

but there's also this urge to stfu.