Dayumn

And I was hoping all this would end but It's falling again from the sky telling me to forget all my plans and all my dreams as if I was wrong with my visions and such. I just put on my coat and shoes, walk out and swear to the wind, swear to the ground, swear, swear, swear, swear, swear. (And of course I curse but more of that to come..)

As I watch the huge flakes and step onward I feel the moist. The cold moist and I feel sick of this land, of this people nut is it better anywhere else? Yes and No? No or Yes? What for shit? Whut is this? Is this shit, or is this life? Am I? What? What? Wha? Wha? Wh? Wh? W? W? W?

I guess I can't decide so I just curse.

FUCK.