for some reason I can't explain, once you go there was never, never an honest word

Someday I want to be rich. Some people get so rich they lose all respect for humanity. That's how rich I want to be.

Off to a compulsory shopping afternoon. Brain demands endorphins.

I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied...

così giusto per evitare di creare aspettative illusorie: ho deciso che non dormirò mai più.

All the streetlights glowing, happen to be just like moments passing in front of me

"they move so smooth, but have no answers"