Being alone is good. Yet too much of it and it gets devastating. And the lack of an other gets on my nerves. But to be honest, I have no idea what I’m looking for either. We’re all stuck in this never-ending strive towards perfection; it’s moving so fast and I’m worried that I won’t be able to catch up. It’s killing me that I’m aimless, goal-less. Society...
“I’ve seen the shadows that creep past the windows.The darkness that stalks us, silently. They haven’t done nothing, not yet. But when they start taking moves, there will be no turning back.”