February 2012
The only thing I hate is the feeling of isolation from no communication with people I care about during these hours.
Watch“I was going too fast.”
I function fully while the rest of the world sleeps. This is my domain. Where I soar above everything with the echo of society to keep me company. There is so much silence. That comforting silence where ignorance is benign. Fuck a bunch of noise and crowds. I just need myself and this glorious radiance that I feel in these moments. Shrouded in the cloak of the darkness and the void I am completely...
Everytime the lightning strikes outside, it looks like a cop hitting his lights, so I immediately become paranoid.
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I'm about to hit a hash bowl. It's on bruh.
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