too many fags, not enough words..

i can t imagine myself being grown up without going through that phase. we were only looking for something that brought us away from the reality someone else had built, we could only dream what we would then live on our skin.i was looking for an answer, someone who could see what i was running from, he needed a place to be himself and where he could shout it out loud, she was only after a life that would cover her with real emotions, and all of them believed they were going to find their happiness.oh, were they wrong!
they discovered a line that keeps together a circle, the distance that sometimes keeps them closer, the silence they are so good to hold tight and then break it at the first piercing scream.

the more i live the less i figure out how certain persons keep giving me so much without disappearing.