Time goes by fast here... Literally.
The seconds move faster and so do the people. They don't stop to breath.
It consumes me.
Nobody seems to be alive anymore. We are simultaneously losing our values and our qualities and the things that make us real. I've never seen a bigger wasteland than that of which is our generation. And in a place where image is everything,, I've been made everything from a martyr to an idol to a target to a joke to the villain to the saint. Put up and then torn down.
If there's anything to get out of the gray matter between the black and white of life it's this: "Don't let anyone tell you what kind of person you are. Their hate is your glory."
You can't touch me anymore. I'm a tower now. I'm disconnected now from your world, to the point where i don't let a place or a name or a person define who i am.
Maybe that makes me human,, or just fucking weird..
Somehow i'm wondering,, is it the city itself or the people in it that eventually destroy us?
haha...
The seconds move faster and so do the people. They don't stop to breath.
It consumes me.
Nobody seems to be alive anymore. We are simultaneously losing our values and our qualities and the things that make us real. I've never seen a bigger wasteland than that of which is our generation. And in a place where image is everything,, I've been made everything from a martyr to an idol to a target to a joke to the villain to the saint. Put up and then torn down.
If there's anything to get out of the gray matter between the black and white of life it's this: "Don't let anyone tell you what kind of person you are. Their hate is your glory."
You can't touch me anymore. I'm a tower now. I'm disconnected now from your world, to the point where i don't let a place or a name or a person define who i am.
Maybe that makes me human,, or just fucking weird..
Somehow i'm wondering,, is it the city itself or the people in it that eventually destroy us?
haha...
