90 days. During 90 days i was the king of the world. Now im just staring down on my empire of dirt and just want to destroy all the memories of purpose. Sleeping is for the weak. Empty bottles are tenants in my bedroom. I lay next to a guitar I never played. The ceiling is the only thing staring back at me nowadays.

The nights have grown cold, and the days colder.

Being alive is a metaphor.

Home is just another place I don't want to be.

Being heartbroken is like having our soul being held at gunpoint.

Except you're the one pulling the trigger

Now being awaken by a kiss means you've been dreaming.

Now dreaming has become a curse.

Now the only music that could express your sadness is silence.

When you have a double bed and only sleep on one side of it.

Sigh. Anyway.