If your light glows brightly before, it won't now.
If your mind is as dark as you think, it isn't now.

Everything you were before ends here

You're welcome to stay.

Where shall I start?

I was born naked 21st April 1993. But since then I'm always heavily clothed.

There's always white chocolates/ milk chocolates, someone or some movie or some book or some food to keep me from ending this life.

I don't know how to love. I don't know what I want. I don't know how to accept.

I don't open the legs of women. I don't open my legs for men. I don't open legs for anyone.

The only thing I want to marry is fashion.

I can't paint you my portrait, because it is not to be painted.
You have to see it for yourself.

because it has already spun for 16 years from the day I landed on it. Seems like yesterday when I first felt my existence. Maybe it was. Maybe it was yesterday's dream.




i think it comes with old age. thinking about life. lately that's all i catch myself doing. life with 4i. life without 4i. life next year. my love life. life after death.

five days into the week and i'm flopping like a limp penis



When time knew it was time, she had to. I knew she would. We were two pawns in a game, and a deviation of happiness. Time spanned our love and hinted there would be End.s. Because you cannot love someone without tiring out. And because you can love someone knowing separation comes one day. Because Love is Blind. So time decided for us when was the End. of love. And time doesn't remember how the last act of passion felt. She packed her bags, staged the last hug and took what's left of my heart with her.

I was supposed to be up and running around, celebrating and cheering about the impending period to the dreadful exams,