hanging like an extinguished lantern, I break myself down more than my hallucinations do, about my feelings allied with my thoughts, heart seems to be an empty street full of vacuum, consuming the fragmented air and choking my emotions, now and then~
that moment when you have millions of things going on in your head but find no way to let it out, something is there but it still feels all empty, something is eating you up badly, but you are ready to be swallowed in the blues, giving birth to you all over again, after killing you brutally uncountable times~— % &