i miss those times of innocence gone, sometimes. i do.
through the distorted chains of absorbed illusions i came
to the point, where i want people like i want definite things.
without those beautiful butterflies in your stomach, just..

a concrete thought of whether or not you can take it.
and there are almost none, that i can`t.

that is sad (a little?),
when your so-called power smashes you in the face.
...
night, i am so inspired and detached.

but i guess, that is a nice thing as well at some point.
i always shred share people for black and white.
those, i like and those, i can not stand.

everything comes easier that way.
and i hardly ever change my first opinion either.

hearts breaking even.