The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me. — Oscar Wilde.
nothing ever stops happening. stories never end they fade into new beginnings. sadness travels among lonely souls like a gypsy leaving them wondering and preparing for it’s return. trains never stop arriving at stations. the sun keeps shining even when it is not seen. réveurs never cease chasing their escape. the world at large is… Read more
i look at my surroundings, they’re the same shade of grey. the situation and state of mind i currently stand in is complicated. i’ve been in it for as long as i can remember, i haven’t experienced highs or lows ever since i unknowingly landed myself here which when viewed from someone else’s perspective, is… Read more
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