Dona. Music. Scorpio. Lost soul of the 1960's. Appreciative of art and nature <3


To anyone who didn’t know, my mom killed herself

To all the empty bodies still intact that are used only for touching, sleeping.
For every nights that turned into day far too quickly.
For the cheeks that were kissed with promise breaking lips.

My creativity, my imagination.. I give up. I can’t create awesome pieces of whatever. I’ve walked down a pointless road and I’ve gotten lost. I guess my dad is right. You have to have what it takes. You have to be great. And that just isn’t me. I naively fed false dreams. I guess it’s time to start focusing on the important things. Goodbye.