Tanta mierda junta, supongo que vendrá algo bueno, o eso dicen.

Qué se sentirá tener un hogar ?

Have you passed through this night ?

This great evil - where's it come from ?
How'd it steal into the world ?
What seed, what root did it grow from ?
Who's doing this ?
Who's killing us, robbing us of life and light ?
Mocking us with the sight of what we might of known ?
Does our ruin benefit the earth, aid the grass to grow and the sun to shine ?
Is this darkness in you, too ?
Have you passed through this night ?

Reflections

''In this refuge, this scene, where the heart don't hide from the sleeve.''

o:

Una frase que vi por ahí, la encontré cierta y la escribiré para que no se me olvide o: ''a falta de voz, está la sonrisa''

4:20

Con ganas de vomitar el corazón.

3:13

Cigarros, llorar, llorar, llorar, llorar, llorar, llorar