#fromashestonew

The past is future.

7/February 2018

It’s (a) burning (passion). It’s burning in flames. It’s on fire. It’s the heat. It’s the light. Smoking, scorching, hot and flaming. Significant. It’s sparkling. It’s a hope and it’s deadly. Powerful. It’s a fire. Afire. Burn it (down to the ground.) 

12/February 2018

9:21 Under pressure. And I didn’t know that at the end I’ll be burning in hell. In the hell. The half empty shell, with the shape I got. The skin I wear. The way I appear to ‘myself’, to others. And I watch. And I feel. And I don’t feel. Everything. Nothing. Again. The game I play. And again. The game of life. Every day. (Slay those evil spirits.)

9:53 And I feel like ripping it apart, into pieces, just to let me breath. Like a snake that is trying to shed its own skin. It’s too small for everything that is. (This isn’t me.) It’s like, hit the wall and let me bleed.