What happens is not actually the thing happening. Real things hide behind the opacity of fakeness. Fakeness which is as widespread as the emptiness in my heart, which is the thread that stitches your incidences together and you begin to believe in the dogma called life.
What happens is not actually the thing happening. Real things hide behind the opacity of fakeness. Fakeness which is as widespread as the emptiness in my heart, which is the thread that stitches your incidences together and you begin to believe in the dogma called life.