I Write Because It's A Way Of

It's Exhausting, The Energy It Takes To Unknow A Truth.

I Don't Remember The Hotel Rooms Or The Airports But I Always Remember The Events.

We Are Not Special. We Are Not Crap Or Trash, Either. We Just Are. We Just Are, And What Happens Just Happens.

Besides, It Happens Fast For Some People And Slow For Some, Accidents Or Gravity, But We All End Up Mutilated.

You Must Realize That One Day You Will Die. Until Then You Are Worthless.