I muse through the window frame, torturing myself by thinking about what I don't know, that I don't know, where to go, that I don't know why I exist. I muse on a way forwards, and despair sits next to me.
Trainmusing
Strange creatures
Much too late, weary creatures unable to find sleep wanders down the streets. It is such a night, where the wind petrifies my gloomy features and I dance and clash with the darkness of the night. Groaning in a period of restlessness, I jump back into the valley of banality. Shadows follow and whispers poison... Lees verder →
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