My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch.
I just miss you,
in a quite
But what is art other than revealing human nature?
I am the water
and you are the drop of ink,
we change each other.
I’m a mess of unfinished thoughts.
“There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher. what we can’t understand we call nonsense. What we can’t read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables.”
Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor