The time just shortly hit the midnight on the face,and I started to write.And this is what I wanted.To make a mess and write about the world I live in.Because the world isn’t always cruel,not everyone is a peace of shite,the lips are capable to form sentences if you use them perfectly,and if everybody would do what they love,everybody would do what they love to do.It’s hard to find someone who clearly breaths the air of the planet you live in,but if you never let yourself be who you are, you’ll find the kind of people who you pretended you were.You see the shades of cool,not the shades of complete.The complete mind is harsher than the things you said out loud,even when you knew you never really meant it.