you can't have it all
but you want it,
you see it with someonelse and wish it was you inplace of her
and never letting it go from your arms holding it tight.

you get shatterd and cry behind walls
but you try to run from it and not face the truth
cause you think you will shatter into small pecies which will hurt you deep inside.

so you move on
try not giving a **** but inside you were
slowly killing yourself.


- alima

Ice Age, Cold Days, Winter Time
there's this thing that dont change
we devour naure as we live for our benefits
we keep living and believing as if there's no consequences
where did love go?
when it is needed the most
where did inspiration go?
to our natures thomb?
many battles are celebrated and mourned
many pecies are filling the earths grave
many glasses are opened and made
but why cant we all take time to heal
our mother nature's wound