Hellbent and brokenhearted

This is my way of telling you the story of the road I walk upon. A tale about beating hearts, lost love and the habit of staying up all night long drinking. Coffee and cigarettes, my violent heart, getting lost in the music, city lights, reaching the speed of pain, the taste of blood, the nightmares, the screaming, fates colliding, love undying, forgiveness, selfishness, ego, drama and you and me and everything between. But mostly, it is about me and my sweet, sweet shadow. Enjoy.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Prologue, prolongation

9.28 PM, Borås, Sweden

Dear diary,

Ain't gonna happen tonight either. It's not that I'm too tired, I just can't find the inspiration or guts to try and put down my thoughts. I fear they will cause a very unpleasant breakdown. I'll just leave you with an exciting cliffhanger, that will eliminate the need for more meaningless posts. To be honest, I always...

1 comment:

Jessica Essa BurmanOctober 24, 2009 at 2:13 PM
Vännen,
jag finns här
och lyssnar
och nu är jag galet orolig :/
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