A penny

early in the morning. you notice the victims of the night

I'm not worth anything more whatsoever, I have nothing to give.

Selfish?

I'm selfish? If I was selfish I would have killed myself long ago.

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.

Next

Thanks for the fuck up. NEXT

Old

Maybe when I get older I will also start making pointless questions.

It's not a problem, it's a juncture

No. I hate humanity. I don't want to be a part of this.

Highway

What has become of myself? Or rather what have I turned myself into?
My days are long gone but I'm still going. Will this suffice?

Not enough

that's not nearly enough

I want to scan the sunrise.

No you can't

Don't treat me like that. I can't be treated like that anymore, that's too human and I'm not a person anymore. I'm all the nightmares you ever saw. I'm nothing but dead meat striving to reach hell. Brake the chains that tie me here or wake me, feed me, wash me and put me to bed until I reach it. Can you do that?

Old drafts

my favourite doll got burned soon after the photo
it's not my favourite any more

There are still so many pancakes I wish we could have shared .

Wet with no name

Suddenly I had to change the way I referred to myself and get wet on my way home.

Bitter flavoured days

can never get rid of old habits and old shoes

Can't suppress my bitterness.