The world around me is enveloped by pages, The world turns to dust, under my gaze, It’s all a great vanishing act, The world my stage. My goal? To set foot into the world way beyond our own, Past this stage and into something similar, Though never the same. I slip through the cracks, the surface, No one can see me there, hear me there, touch me there, Though I'm there, I'm there every second... Every second in a world other than my own. That world is everything, mine, could ever thrive to be, So strange and unwicked... I lose myself, Until the pages fall silent and my world ends.
Note To Self: no one will save you... ...no one but yourself. so.. get up and fight the war you started!
reminisced; - 12:25 AM
EL INTROVERTO
Zakaria
Officially 19
Demure by nature
Straight, single and not-looking
Music & Audio Tech student at SP
Drums & percussions
Sinister Infants
Melodic punk rock
i am just the way i am.
judge me for all you want.
it doesn't matter.
it didn't matter.
it will not matter.
be nice. and maybe with a wee bit of a miracle,
i might just be whoever you want me to be.
