I was a victim of magic
Apollo, catching my breath as I bled on the ground
Somebody called me to follow
I followed thinking aloud without hearing the sound
Then, all the planets fell to dust

Lonely departing after us
Gone, not forgotten

Can't tell if my imaginary friends were just imaginary or-

One who trusts everyone is a fool and one who trusts no one is a fool

A fool is what we utter play
But only a fool knows he's a fool, and still remains a one

هذا رجل الاحلام يا بلاش

doing a smiley clown makeup so I don't have to actually smile

ناقصني الرموش التحتية بس

Social events (yesterday's 1pm)

Social events are draining and kind of brutal then again so warm and welcoming

Reminded me of this one