I write and rewrite in silence the cry that wets my brain. Each word's a silver knife. A distant face,a humid trace this piece of sky... still reminds of you... And for you i sold my promise for stolen memories. The circle of thoughts is slowly aging with me but did i save a seat? I,passenger of this last train payed with two coins my final stop to nowhere.
kepp going like that! Πολύ καλό το ''HOLLOW''
...Ματαρες η φιλη παντως! Πολυ μου αρεσαν και τα καινουργια. Ιδιαιτερα κραταω το'Start to believe there is nothing left except agony and dying faith" Φιλιαααα!