My thoughts are tricky fellas. Sometimes they show me rainbows of fictional wannabe scenarios and sometimes they fail to sugarcoat the ugliness of my rusty unfulfilled dreams. I venture through them like a brave conqueror, even though I know that I am the one who wrote the sourness of my fate. I come to you, baring my soul and wishing that my bitter reality somehow.. morphs.. stills.. melts into the background.. and disappears.
- JoinedFebruary 18, 2020