13thwarrior

... whilst doing an anti virus scan to my computer, i thought, the fact was i should have done another of these arts of mine, to which i so get into with so much passion, i can't eat, i can't sleep, unless everything's perfect!

ah, i am so definitely hopeless...

art=definition of pen + paper + ideas + inspiration

we seem to have lost that on the way to heaven or perfection... don't you think so?

... when something's broken?

you can't see it, it's inside... it's just there...

the pain of being lonely... is out of this world... no one can help you, no one can be there for you...

sometimes you just feel like something strong in you weakens with the passing seconds and it weakens you as well because it was supposed to be one of the things that make you stable...

it's a violent task, that of keeping your legs straighten and march in...

i have lost a dear friend of mine...

he wasn't actually dear to me, since we have been separated when we both went to different directions at the end of our junior -school...

he got sick, as i got paranoid...

he got sicker and he made other friends, drew the world in more than just black and white and he was about to become a doctor, in order to find his illness away...

he never managed, since he died when he was 19.

he is...