Slumber

Waking up. Eyes are on the verge of opening, your mind processes the fact that you're no longer in a slumber, no longer dreaming. Still feeling drowsy, you blink a few times and rub your eyes. Look at the ceiling and let out a big sigh. Tick tock, says the clock and you glance at it like it's the one thing you despise the most. Everything seems to be staring right at you and you are unsure of what to do now. So you stretch, letting your muscles breathe and hoping to feel a teeny feeling of goodness. None. You then slide your feet out from the bed, touching the floor. Standing up seems like such an effort you think, but you do it anyway and walk slowly towards the bathroom. Then you let the water run by you, having to come out smelling like fresh fruits and looking so clean. Sit down, in front of your screen, and you start surfing the net. After what seems like forever, you decide to look around your room. Looking at everything, a splash of reality hits you then you realise, that this empty feeling is accumulating inside of you and it's becoming a mountain. That everyone is out there exploring every bit of the world that you've dreamt to discover, yet you're just here. Everything dimmers down, you no longer feel the enthusiasm behind every smile you show. Your emptiness fills you in and blooms into a grey flower in your mind. You are in the state of slow.

Start

Hello.

So i've decided to leave my old blog astray as it contained too much information, memories and rants of a young bipolar teenager. This will be more of a place for me to place my taste in music, and also put up some of my writing (ok maybe a bit of stuff I needa express as well)

Bitches can go. 

If you want to say shit, I suggest you hold it in.