Fri
Jan
20
there is no rest for the wicked
nor is there comfort in the night, no clarity in the stillness, no inspiring dreams of what was or might come to be, there is guilt, damnation, condemnation, regret, loneliness but the worse is when i close my eyes and see their faces and all at once it becomes clear as nights sky this is my reality. we humans toss our fate like a pair of dice, we dont know what will come up but we were the ones who chose to throw them in that direction
