The real life

Sometimes the only thing that keeps you alive is the same thing that kills you softly.

I'm feeling like a joke

Saturday was my birthday, it was like a normal day, nothing special, I mean, why do we need to be special for somebody? Why can't we be happy being lonely? Is love everything? I can't answer all of these questions, can you?

I'm insane, but what do we expect to be in a insane world?

I hate those times, when this void grows inside me and I cry for the world.

There's nothing more in this world for me, I left everything behind. Could you see me? I wish you could. But I'm far away from anywhere.

Maybe life is just this race for things we never want.

Your voice is my scape from this madness, no matter what or how bad I feel, you have the power to rescue me in the twinkling of an eye. And believe me, I need to be rescue at every single second.

That moment when everything looks good, is the minute before the tragedy.

This is the begining of the history. There's some magic in life that we can't see, it's just a feeling.