Sanctuary

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The burnt castle I escaped was not the worst hell.

There, the heads of horror.. we are, home-freak, flying free to dwell in a limbo

where home is a mere state of mind.

Distraction

Running on a straight line. Or too many at once.

The story will continue, please

I can. Not. Stop.

Talk The Talk The Talk The Talk

Goddamn. It's silly that I have to post more old pictures of mine, but I just need to. I actually still have many that I haven't put 'em here... I know how I should rush, so I'd get the right timeline just like normally what a blogger does. That one thing, it's still difficult for me to conquer, the fright. I know how I talk shit about how I just do what I wanna do, how I want to live the present by doing things I love, but oh shit I'm a scaredy-cat. What it seems to be right, prolly doesn't really look like it. But, things are always like that. And I always know what my best option is. What I should keep in mind; keep on progressing because this is my only hope to live the life. When everything matters none, it's a dead-end. And I still want to roll, I can't stop for now.

The Red Coat of Popsicle

I'mma crush 'em.

Infinity of a Void

The Oubliette you fear of could be my Eden to breathe in and out. Would you let me in?

Delusion, Oh, Pleasure.

Are you home I'll disappear in?

You're So High

 Babe, you're so fucked up. And so am I.