If you ride like lightning, you're going to crash like thunder.


Again. Nightly nostalgia. Thinking about missed opportunities, unfulfilled dreams, unrequited love, people who won't come back... And in the morning everything sink into oblivion. Until the next night.


I don't want to die; for me that is the only reason for me I keep fighting. This is nothing for me to give myself to or save myself for. I fight because I know nothing else. Once I was willing, to do just that, to commit myself to fighting, and let someone else find a reason for me.