"You once told me that human eye is God's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through it yet it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesnt even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty."
when you realize its alwys goin to be u with urself..throu every aftermath, every collapse... all those grueling, guttering things, expect them. or u'll spend weeks face first in the dirt, bones cracked, lettin ppl walk right over whats left of u.
"and what color must i bleed for once,
for the painting to appear pleasant,
to veil the imprints of couple of hazards that i am.
to choke the white, to hide the murkiness beneath."
