i'm in a state of transition, which i suppose isn't really a state at all but more so of a feeling in motion.
i can be as vague as i want but i miss so many things. i am missing.
i want to be thrown back into what i used to be and what i used to do but everything is still.
i am still.
i am not growing.
and nothing can be more frustrating than

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We take the magical helmet with many heads always talking, fifteen gallons of paint, the camera, and the glitter. Ready for adventure in complete darkness, the moon is missing and the mountains are as black as the sky. We are not afraid of the unknown. Nothing could leave from us, not this feeling, we are together till the end ( Read more... )

some songs will always feel like funeral songs.

as beautiful as they may be, they will always hurt.

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