So I'm preety sure I have stopped moving forward.
Almost to the point where i forget who i am sometimes.
And if theres anything that i ever truely wanted,
It now seems so far away,
An enigma,
Something forgotten about being forgotten.
And hence my life has become an empty array,
A large room full of space,
Images of a time once remmembered.
I guess all I really want is to feel something real.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
ps, my photos are all year old anyone got new ones of me?
