In momment, I sit alone in the dark place. Seeing nothing and smoke something to make a fog.
I see nothing like my future. Keep torturing my self in the dark and same place like I sit today. Smoke and write something in there.
In hidden place. I found peace for a while. Even that was bad, I keep doing that because .. I just love it.
Wanna do something, but there is nothing. Feel empty for a long time. Except, when I am on the hidden place.
Can you see me ? Yes, you can ! But you cannot see what inside me. Something that I keep for my self and just for me.
in my hidden place, you can only see a fog. Everything around me is dark and full of fog. You can try to light it up and destroy it, but.. you cannot reach me at all.
Become a slave to my own self. Become a slave to my own activity. That is how I create this hidden place.
You may know this place. But you only see darkness and fog. You can entry, but there is nothing you can do to tear it apart
This is a hidden place. Where the darkness and fog growing freely. Consume a soul and feed a fear. Nobody can touch it, nobody can changes it.
