I've been feeling blue lately.
I've drown my sorrows in Tequila.
I felt my throat all burning up,
But the pain's worth it,
you know?

I wanted to forget
But now I can't even
Remember.

I'm not sad by the fact that someday I'm going to die,
I'm sad by the fact that when I die there will be millions of
songs I will have never heard.

You used to be my
cup of coffee,
But I drink tea now.

Destiny's written long before we exist. There's no such things as "just a dream", but premonitions. We tend to foresee an event (sometimes) long before it happens and still be so skeptic about fate.

When the dreamer gets exposed to reality not only the dream dies, but the dreamer itself too.

I am sad when I wake up,
I am sad when I breathe,
I am sad when I eat,
I am sad when I sleep,
I am even sad when I dream.
Is there a reason for this perpetual feeling or was I just burn with it?

If you’re becoming a poet, you should think about it twice. Once you’re one, you’ll notice every single detail no one else does. You’ll notice the coldness in their eyes, and the way their lips move. You’ll notice the way they sway, and the exact color of their skin. You’ll see poetry in the living and in the death. You’ll feel straighter with a broken leg. You’ll see things everyone else is blinded to. And finally, everytime you get to see blood, you’ll remind yourself you’re alive. These are the reasons no one should ever become a poet.

Today I was taught
that everything that
makes you feel something
it's to be considered art;
maybe you're to be considered,
can't you see all of these emotions
that are being transmitted
all of them being felt
at once?
maybe we are art.

I can't silence
the echo you left
in my heart

I looked for you
in every person
I met.

Even when you talk about destruction, you make it sound beautiful.

If I could be any hour
I'd choose to be 1am because
they're no problems
nor responsibilities.
We just don't exist,
It's the time were
we can be free.

we don't sleep,
we just die every night
for a couple of hours
until we feel fulfilled again.

Music never really left when everyone was gone.