The secret of stillness lies within long intervals of boredom. Not a third eye behind, next to, or at the end If you force the forest to dance waves in front of your eyes without finding stillness within long intervals of boredom, you will enter a land that lies parallel to the one that w r a p s it looks exactly the same,

can you hear the colors? after speaking with you, a taste of dessert on my tongue- but sometimes it's venom. but can you hear them? can you see me, inside your head? no, I don't think you understand - can you actually see me, inside your head? or is it projected in front of you, on the outside? where are you? which part? am I normal to think your world and mine are so, so different?

who the fuck do i trust? the woman who fed a pigsty down my throat with the very best intentions or the friend who gave me advice when he just needed to listen?

Fuck efficiency. Let people talk and assume, hardcore

Have you forsaken yourself? Did you try to be what you thought they wanted you to be? The affirmation you got when you did your hair, wore perfume, and put on all those bracelets? Because that's what cool people do. And you want to be cool. Are you sick now? Sick and tired, But also losing your hair?

i want to be afraid i need to be afraid but i don't twitch anymore i saw horror that can only be found underground, in the black store I'm out, but after you've seen that what is the purpose anymore?

oh, so you've heard about pain? my, you've been through the same? tell me more about how you, understand exactly what I'm going through, know exactly what I should do.