• Part of me just wants to grab my camera, walk out the door and walk, walk and not come back until it's night. Whilst the other half just wants me to lay on a bridge, lay next to the rails where the spiders can gently walk across me, to cover me with their webs, so that i can slowly become part of reality, a mindless monster, whos dreams get shattered, whos soul is hurt with a hole, whos heart is aching for another's. But no matter which i choose, i'm still here, stuck in this darkness. Will i ever see more light than dark