Time flies

black sunrise

But times change, and now my favourite days are the ones scheduled just to think about you. Petty coincidence it is that the same days drive me to the edge of my window.

By default

Packing up is sad by default.

No matter if the house has mostly served as a crying nest, still it was home, the most home I've ever had. That's home, to cry unfuckingdisturbed.

Entrance gate

My heart has only entrance gates.

Now, how harsh is

that?

Victimized dreams

I want to sleep to death.