Sitting, Crying, Laughing and the other shit I never talk about

Dark. Everything the same. I in the middle and inbetween. I dont care. I never did or did I. It is peaceful in its own right. I just feel peaceful. With my own mind in my head and the lust just around the corner. The wind strikes my face. My long beard feels soft as … Continue reading “Sitting, Crying, Laughing and the other shit I never talk about”