i feel the pressure,my broken heart wont let me feel the world. im captivated by the internal combustion of the mind and the ideas that translate. its a wonder success is rarely possible.the fire that twist and turns around me feels like a wave of disbielief,nihilistic
realism, a simple test of heart tears me down in the end,i enjoy the aftermath. no science to my thoughts. just my realized fate, the result of a wasted life and loves lost devours me in the end.

i never thought i would be the kind of guy that thinks hes lost an ability to love again but i now know that its true.