I have a feeling, that it's all gonna crash. It's all gonna burn, just like trash. It'll all disappear, but I have no fear. For I have lived through this once before, and I don't like it there, not anymore.
This series of "Unreleased Thoughts" is just gonna be all the poems that I have never wanted to show the world, but, in the end, decided to release them. No context. No specific point. Just my thoughts that are now out there.