Македонија на Македонците!
Finding my way in life.
Don't Always Follow Back.
some people are so ridiculous. like i actually thought we made some progress.
when are you going to realize they only work until someone spots them?
Staring into the midnight sky, starlight defeated by the scream of neon, truth is hard to discern. Does it sparkle? Does it burn? If a weightless moment transcends the gravity of time, what proof is there of its existence? Does it infuse every tick of the clock, each blink of an eye? Which is harder to bear—reality, or a lie?
You stand in front of me, pretending to be solid, but you are nothing more than smoke and mirrors. You said you’d never leave, that you would care for us forever. But now you claim you cannot stay, that you’ve been called away. When you go, who will I turn to when it all crashes down? Tell me who. Then tell me how I can believe in anyone again, if all your promises have been lies.
Where everyone knows eachother and knows all about their neighbors and their scandals. Where, behind fake smiles and porcelain homes, lay secrets and demons hiding inside. Where you discover, that life isnt all that wonderful as they make it out to seem.