Under The Bridge

And why exactly i think i deserve more attention...where's that silly notion from. Help and presence should be given without any expectations. I'm not the chased goal. I'm not much use. I'm just that...bit of a horrible creature.

I wander around with infinite wings in my bag. Anyone wants to fly?

A can bounces off my head.

Winter is really mocking me this year. Or have i grown to be a coward...because since when i give a damn who sees what...

Maybe i need professional help, only my poor professional help is probably snoring his ears off at this hour. Damn army.

My hands are full of microscopic cuts and glass splinters. It's suffering for art, or something. The result is quite pretty.

No, i'm not my favorite cartoon character. I can barely finish a day on an upswing.

My show won't go on air at all.