So cold and the world is so fragile... It happens so that we can't rule our lives with our own hands. The other people do it... And what? Nothing... Nothing at all. Moreover we can't influence it. Never... Can we belive and trust our feelings or prophecies? Yes, but we don't do it. Never... We are people and we value only fucking facts, however not premonitions...We don't belive in fairy tales and we'll never will. Therefore, we are not children. It's difficult to belive in this cruelty, in this unfair violence... We are crooked, bended, furtheremore, the world made us like this. Vultures, dreadfull betrayers, hatred friends... We live in our caves, drink blood, steal energy and... survive, because others die. The break of dawn kills and conceals all our sins, we do as we do always. Nobody knows about our uncountable sins. They vaporize. Only unbreakable stars see all the happenings, but they are silent. They are petrified. Nevertheless, they glow in the darkness.

I promes to those, who wrote or called me yesterday, that I'll be living. It is difficult WITHOUT HIM even now. But...

Am I gotta live forever

Said am I gotta live forever

Gotta make it now or never

Forever or never...