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if i could see through this fog id make it through to the other side and maybe the walls would stop screaming and if the floor would stop spinning id figure out how to bury myself alive ive tried so hard but i cant figure you out i hear youre writings perfectly i cant grasp your complex concept of where were all going and i keep looking without knowing what there is to find on this other side ive tried every pill prescribed and every hallucinogen ever tried ive inhaled the substances that claimed your life ive reached those doors with access denied and when i say i want out i lied i want something unworn, untested ive tried everything youve suggested so tell me, save me, salvage your dream ill keep it alive, set it on fire and our dreams stay young as we get higher and higher
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You are very talented. Your writing is so moving and yet so heartening. People like you are few and far between.-Cera
You're welcome, and thank you also. Yes, I write very often. Although most of it is incoherent babble and mindless self-indulgences. Oh well, It makes sense to me. Anyway, I really enjoy your writing. I hope you don't mind if I add you.-Cera
i say youre a ridiculously good writer.

bon soir.
aw thank you, that means a lot to me
i love your background and your writing...
would you mind if i maybe used one in my entries every now and then, ill give credit, of course
i think your amazing