random thoughts

A good friend of mine once said: "You don't suffer form insanity... you enjoy every minute of it. Because you realize that all that we see and all that we do it's just an Illusion....". The truth behind the words of a friend.

I'm afraid of myself and of my own ideas. I'm afraid i will become reality. A dull reality of a paper society. I'm hiding, running, chasing the insanity.

The inner battle fields are filed with tears like acid from the loss inside me.

I've hanged myself with my own life line and i buried myself in fire, hopping that i wont become a dull reality of a paper society.