I got opium in my chimney, no other life to choose

nightmares made of hash dreams, the devil in my shoes.

What have I done wrong?

yeah nothing can go right with me it must be that I've been smoking

too long

Days like this, the wonders that winter brings in the wind. You can feel but you can't see. Paradox. Is it time to think about the future yes? Is it too late? Is all subjective. Everything is subjective. Normality. Being Pretty. Sad. Happy. Everything in its right place. I am talking nonsense and I know it, but I just do not know how to handle the situation. Will you love me if I tell you how I really am? Will I love me when I accept who I really am?

Hey? Do you want to pass the time or settle down this time? Many questions and I don't know the answer of many of them. Many questions and I don't know what I'm supposed to say... or do, or feel, or let the others see. There are people who have told me that when they first saw me they thought I was discret.

A self-made hero.