A Diary of Dreams...

"So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat." As I was sitting at the table with the glass of vodka in front of me, I noticed a particular glimmer in the glass. One most people don't see, or refuse to acknowledge because it's too painful. It's the glimmer of the mirror. It's that painful, painful mirror that you can see every time you reach for the glass and take it to your mouth. That's why some people close their eyes when they take a sip. They are scared of that mirror. That mirror sees everything, knows all your dark secrets and is ready to tell you things your subconsciousness has been trying to tell you, but you shut it up. You can't make the mirror shut up, you can't manipulate it. It's the purest, truest of all mirrors. And that's the beauty of it, of just sitting down with a drink in front of you, without anyone to take lip from. Just sitting there

“Every living creature on earth dies alone.” We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. That’s the truth. No matter how much we try to connect to someone in our lives, no matter how hard we struggle to create a circle of friends, a family, people we trust, we all end up alone. We’re the most hypocritical species on earth. We lie to each other’s faces that we’ll be with someone forever. We lie we will be there for each other no matter what happens. We make vows, we swear on blood, on past, on emotions, on things. And we find a way around those vows, around our own vows. We forsake them. And in the end we are alone. We never really care for anyone, we exist. We’re told by our parents that they’ll always be there for us, but the truth is that the parents won’t understand you. Your friends will be there as long as you’re needed, as long as you’re of use to them. Your family, the people you love, will be there because that’s what society tells them to do. You can only rely on yourself t