born killers

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes as I pressed the reboot button. it wasn't logic – I just had to get rid of everything that didn't suit me anymore. and when I was finally left with nothing, there wasn't anything else I could do besides hoping for the best: a better job, a healthier way of life. and finally, I felt like I had the strength to redeem my (otherwise fucked up) search for love.

this urge led me nowhere but to one dead-end after another so far. somehow, in order not to drop it, I'm shifting my roads everytime I run into them this time. I really don't want to give up again.

tsunami

I have this uncontrollable fixation on keeping things in motion. The simple act of going from left to right gets me. and as the world goes round and I follow it's lead - I feel both thrilled and disappointed. everything that stays on it's place - not moving backwards or forwards - bothers me than anything else on Earth. things that don't either grow or die are pointless and not worth having. life's a chase after happiness, so don't keep anything in your life that doesn't moves at all. everything that's right must have a clear speed and direction. we are all born miserable. The point of live is having someone that makes you wanna race after it. And if that someone brings with it that same feeling of thirstiness and that same constant need of chasing something bigger, it might as well race with me.