you’ve been here before, haven’t you?
when all the while the world as i have known it has been coming to an end. there is no direction. there are no still points. there are no facts, no pro-con lists, there is no literature research. there is me. just me, in this story i made up all by myself. there is trying to tame all the impulsive thoughts and ideas by wildly swinging a flaming torch around. burning whatever i once held dear. and they are not scared. what more can i say? what else could i have been saying all this time than just goodbye?
