Is it me?
Is it the winter blues?
Or time went by quickly again?
Are my addictions the cause?
Looking for something inside yourself is frustrating.
I don’t know where to go. Or what to do.

There are certain periods of time that I feel like dying.

And when I stop expecting, I’m reborn.

Do I have to restart? Is it that I need to go rock bottom and then try to pump my self up to the skyscrapers?

She liked skyscrapers. I remember her talking to me about it.

I hate being alone. Yet every night I struggle to win more and more time by myself.

I still believe I’m gonna die young. Yet I’m getting older and I don’t feel that I have done what I was brought here for.

Sometimes it feels like I’m gonna live forever.