I guess I never thought of to spell the name this way. But maybe it's more of an alternative ego. I wonder what's going on. Is it all an joke? I seem not to care as much anymore. I am not really sure what is changing. Maybe it's a change in the wind blowing over the sands to cover up the lies.
It has been awhile since I actually had a quite weekend. I want to make something, but at the same time I am not really inspired to. What is missing? Positive energy? Or something else? The ides of some things excite me. But then it's gone like the wind.
Bitter Sweet Memories
The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intensions
Cherish everything even if you don't possess it
How many times can I break till I shatter
The door to my heart is open to you
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