Somebody
Give us a story
Narrate all the places
That we’ll never see
Give us a haven
For our imagination
So at least in our minds
We can attempt to be free

Unrequited love is most painful. If you express you feeling it may hurt her/him but if don't express it will hurt you like hell.

We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us together. We understand each other.

She smiled sinisterly. Light mist started to slowly swirl around us. All I could see was her, the tall rocks and the white wall. She beckoned to me. I took a step and another. I was now ankle deep into the water. The mysterious girl smiled like a predator.

We are all roamers of vast spaces and travelers in many ages.

I see sarcastic and obscene visions of angels and demons
flirting with the souls of men creating horror and deities
in surreal worlds, and writing plays for us to perform;
while I am being dragged into the darkness. I want to
know who is doing all this… I fell back into that lethargic
dream of bottomless pits and deserts hanging from the
skies.