I’m looking at you through the glass, don’t know how much time has passed. Oh God, it feels like forever but no one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head. All I know is that it feels like forever.How do you feel? That is the question but I forget, you don’t expect an easy answer when something like a soul becomes initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes. You can’t expect a bit of hopes so while you’re outside looking in, describing what you see, remember what you’re staring at is me.How much is real? So much to question.An epidemic of the mannequins, contaminating everything when thought came from the heart.It never did right from the start, just listen to the noises, null and void instead of voices. Before you tell yourself it’s just a different scene, it’s the stars, the stars that shine for you.
if you quit now,you will quit again later.









