This! ...is Mittens

Like autumn leaves, His sense fell from him, An empty glass of himself, Shattered somewhere within, His thoughts like a hundred moths, Trapped in a lampshade, Somewhere within, Their wings banging and burning, On through endless nights, Forever awake he lies shaking and starving, Praying for someone to turn off the light - Zack De La Rocha

+++Thought For The Day+++

Be Strong In Your Ignorance

Ride The Spiral

Nispah