kill me quickly. so sick of all the pressure. it’s night
and day living life beyond shadows. everything is so
silent when speaking loses its meaning. even silence can
speak in volumes.the lack of sound can move you. it can’t
right a wrong. in the end, it’s never what you worry
about that kills you. meaning of nothing. meaning of
something. the one that pulls the trigger. there is
something in the air tonight. has it been a minute? has
it been a month?
beyond shadows, we’re at a standstill.