Too bored and depressed, the doors of success are closed. No way to my desires, the things outside they make no sens. I've lost the sens of all the words, "reality", "life", and so on, they leave me cold with no understanding. Everything that exist to me don't exist for no one. I've poor my life into secret and invisible, things with no names, non-existent situations, and lost contact with everything and everyone. I am stuck with the feeling that everything is lost, stuck with inconstistant fantasies where nobody lives. I poor my life into fiction, I let my visions drone me, only to return empty and unsatisfied as ever. I go to people, I do things, I learn to want outside things, but I stay with a feeling of evergrowing frustration. The more you try the more you get frustrated. Nobody knows what they are doing, but they figure that what theyre doing and thinking is ok, with no need for more, no need for change. Content, we are content, everything goes on, it's ok. The world is filled with what we are, it is for us. Why look for something else? why not knowing? everything is here, everything has been tought, just choose what you want, it's here.

Hi ghost crew, I am back after being absent for pretty much a while. Doesn't mean life has been consuming me, no, no, never will it happen... It's just that I didn't feel like, you know...

I wanna talk about the things that I love. But I don't wanna tell you what are those things. You are waiting for precise things, buy you'll have to search after them behind what's coming.

And what is coming is a rain with full of white light. There will be wet young girls crying under the rain, black alive images of pure distress, and tears melting with that rain so that we cannot make the difference beween the two.

There is tragic in the air, tonight. People will crackdown and will be completely lost. Her goth make-up will melt, maybe her black hair too, and she will crawl on the sidewalk. She'll maybe hang to a tree, but the tree won't understand, so she will be even more distressfull. High violins will sing desperation. She cannot hold to anything, she is completely lost, completely lost. There is no one for her but there are tons of strangers that might... But they almost don't see her, and she sees that. There is nothing in life for her, she realizes, nothing. Everything is too fugitive, nobody cares, there is careless cruauty everywhere, even her relatives seem awfully strange, with no connection to her desires. It's the eruption of the big scream into the night, the scream with no echo but its own. "I wanna go away! Even that... I wanna die right there! Give me someone and let me kill his hopes like everybody killed mines! I am just gonna consumed an ultimate pleasure alone, even if I am with him, and I will let myself die under his eyes! That will be sensation! You want hardcore, I am bringing you some."

Dreams, confusion, little little little pleasures, and I am forgetting, that it is so so so sad, but then I start to panic, what's going on?! what's going on!?! Affraid of everything, aside of everything, being in it just pushes further my big blow: the scream into the night!