TinselCity

Go away

Written on Spring 2014

Here I am again. And each time I decide to go back to writing, I care a bit less about who reads it. This time, however, I simply don't really care about anyone reading this.

This makes no sense

Thought on Winter. Written on Autumn.

The title says it all. A collection of thoughts which, however you look at them, make no sense... well, like almost everything.