About Me

tonight i mourn, for a time i lost before i realised i had it. There is nothing special about my loss it happens to us all. we slowly arrive at a conclusion that we are all just spectators and the best we can hope for is to run onto the field whilst a play is being made and cause a scene and to be taken away never allowed to spectate again. i coast and meander hoping that one day life will happen that i will achieve what i believe i can do. This world is full of abandoned desires and wayward wishes. so please i invite you to add your own to the pile with mine and let us drink to the fall of the hellraiser, of the studious, of the youth for your dreams and mine will never have time

My Fluxums

• Heroes
• They spend life hidden making silent miracles happen. They pretend that they are ok, for our sake. and they never fall from grace, unless we notice and that ruins them. so they focus, not to make a mistake, not to falter. they are expected to be more, a creature for us to be rapt with. but concealed under therein lies an evil, which we all contain. but they surpress it and never release it. making each and every day hurt. and then it hurts a little more. but they still dont crack.