"Life is like a movie, if you’ve sat through more than half of it and it’s sucked every second so far, it probably isn’t gonna get great right at the end and make it all worthwhile. None should blame you for walking out early."
"And I thought to myself, Hell and blast you all, if all you bastards are on the side of Good then I’m glad I belong to the other shop."
Floating windows, aluminum shine,
The solitude is perhaps even greater.
Marble floors, shiny lights…
My pain is more real.
I can feel it,
And I can see every morning how my body ages
There is also brick, white light, plastic chairs
And a small speaker on the wall
Loud music can be heard
But the solitude it’s still the same
It’s either perfect or extremely sad
Nothing in between
The structures are broken, great cracks grow through the columns
But everything is still sickening bright
The extravagant ceiling is crumbling down
There is smoke, broken pipes broken glass
Cutting everything at its pass
I never liked my face
The only way I can see it’s with yours by the side…