✨we are stardust✨

Well, I’m getting sick, again.

This fog sneaks between your bowels like a plague of rats on a dirty basement of LA.

This is not a romantic letter  written in fist by heart thoughts

This is a warning

The edges of the aces cannot stand the turn anymore.

You do not belong here, you're just a stranger, a visitor, an acquaintance, a watcher, a curious.

 I don’t think you want to stay; this place is wet, cold and sad.

The rivers of disappointment run down my legs and the drizzles of discord through my mind

The vegetation protects me from they, but I see that it has not been enough

These hurricanes have left me dead, but they have also heal me

 Now I can really express what I feel inside of me.

Nobody tells you to come to this place, you build it yourself

Desperation eats you and you start to get sick.

Now I feel strong enough to get off the mud of my face

I do not want to create a gale, but I am a pouring rain

And the thing is, have you come here to turn around and leave, or to stay and listen to my story?

If you choose the second, you’re welcome to my rainforest, we’re getting fun.