duminică, 3 mai 2015
I love the drama and the endings more than anything,the sundown , the ending of a song ,a book, a week ,a day..
I love the pain that cuts down every cell of your body because in the end you are going to find yourself..a self full of hand prints of the ones that loved you, the ones that desired you and even the ones who betrayed you.
Beginnings are full of hope , despair and the vague idea that everything lasts forever..and to be honest it bores me cause they are all the same , constant in their essence without the salt and bitter-sweetness.
As he was staring at the ceilings ,he noticed the prints that seemed everywhere in that room..It was like the scene of a crime and he was searching for evidence ..
"Is it all part of the act?"