I think we must have confused who one another was during our first meeting. Your need for freedom seemed to match my passion for death, but consequently, they don’t mix. To be physically free requires life, and well quite frankly while my love for death is freedom, it demands an absence of actualization you weren’t […]

Who are you and what do you want from me? Do you remember when we sat in your car, and it started raining? I stared at the window because I wanted to dance in it with you. There probably wasn’t even enough rain, but the point is you. Where did you come from? Your dark […]