Engel: Where do you want to go?
Joe: Maybe to the sea.
Engel: The sea is okay... But Im going to the mountains. I have a
plan. To start a community. An anarchist community. With some cows
and sheep and garden... A self - sufficient culture, see? They did
that in the 70s... but they failed, because they werent real
Eh, why I’m alone… no one wants my problems XD
'I am forever black eyed, the product of a broken home'
I’m done waiting for you.
There’s a lot of things going on, but still, no matter how much time has passed as pathetic as this may sound I was waiting for you.
Things are changing. Days get darker, things seem bitter at times, but I get through. No matter what. I always get through. But in the back of my mind you are there. You’re always there. No more. I will no longer waist my thoughts on you. I fell, felled, I scattered back up just to find myself alone every night. But it don’t matter.