︎︎︎Demones

My nights are full of bombs and cartridges and lead. My nights are full of splinters. I look at the stars that are extinguished one by one and nothing is left but the whole night. What should I count? These chain explosions? These red-headed cigarettes, which are bathed in the darkness of the air? These suicide minutes? This number of possibilities leading to death? I wish I didn't get used to counting. I wish I didn't learn to count.

My nights are full of bombs and cartridges and lead. My nights are full of splinters. I look at the stars that are extinguished one by one and nothing is left but the whole night. What should I count? These chain explosions? These red-headed cigarettes, which are bathed in the darkness of the air? These suicide minutes? This number of possibilities leading to death? I wish I didn't get used to counting. I wish I didn't learn to count.

Where are yu going, my feet? There is no life

You make your life hard by always being in your head. Life is simple, get out of your head and get into the moment.

Feeling bored

Why don’t you hate me? I’ll be the first there And I’ll be the last there I’m not gonna last here I’m not gonna last long I will be right here I’ll buy you a flight here