stitching
I think the only thing i crave for is myself. To be able to be yourself , just as you are it's beautifull . It's pure life manifesting through you, and man this is the only real thing in the world. You I was loosing bits and bits of myself ,faster than i could count and i got tired clinging desperately on a shadow of the past . It's like you are going somewhere ,where is no light ,you can't see anything /confusion/ but you can feel the weight of the pain of not being real. And you get to that place and all the sparkley stuff in your eyes dissapear and emptiness takes hold But who am I really, what is that interest me, what is what brings me to life even if everything is dead . Well this is a hard one when you have no sense of self , and no one to truly understand you. It may look like the end of the road and now you are just cruising in a dusty all garage and theres no gas in the tank, no electricity in the batery ,wheels are flat out .and crushing as