Heroes:
so tired, so board, and the darkness sofficates . the outside atmosphere has no oxygen and i am left alone to dwell thru a thin plate of melted sand that resenated without clairity. does the image look the same from the other side? maybe everything is fine, and the distortion is only in my mind. but how have i come to think this way, im sure ive seen much better days, long ago so far away. descions sit in front of me, break the glass and become free!, or stay inside so dark and safe to recalect this bitter taste....... i break the paine and start to die , but with the truth upon my eye!