the future is fascinating and thrilling past is a burden down and contemplate on my life for this moment... is my destiny even worth even worth it...


what's the question what's the question I keep asking myself...

while I sit here alone... in my eternal torment...


the calendar flows like water November will be here soon another cold winter another sad year... and another funeral....

I keep saying 20 years to go now I'm just waiting him to collect his soul... Barton by trade.... I made the deal just took time me to be honest with myself I'm really cursed.. damn wishing for...