Inbetween the bad luck babies and morphine mothers, there lies me, two extremes in a constant motion pulling to its origin. I’m the thing that enters the universe after a supernova, the death of something bright on » Continue Reading
if i was a bird i would want to be caged. if i could fly anywhere and do anything i would get overwhelemed. atleast if caged i had an objective, clear bondries i must stay in. as a caged bird i would know whats right and wrong, when to fight, when to sleep or eat or preform. a free bird must make choices for itself, something i seem to be uncapable of in most scenorios, you would know all about th... » Continue Reading