Oh how fucked everything is right now. Oh how fucked. And I miss you. Here... it used to be your kingdom. You were the queen. And it's all gone. But you deserved your peace. Oh you did.
And we all bloody deserve it. Deserve it all. All the best. Why isn't it happening yet? Why do I have to wait so long? The images in our heads. It is so cool... it gets sweeter and sweeter within time, it tastes so good on our tongues... till the momet comes and we want to throw it up. Then we do that. We throw up our visions and dreams and start to hate our imagination. Yes we do. We bloody hate it.