
NEW KIND OF HELL
When familiarity and nostalgia became a weapon. The things you love became what slowly kills you, their claws twisted deep inside your mind until you're unable to enjoy what's in front of you. There are different versions of you in the scene and every single one of them looked happier. Looking back now, A small part of you was lost somewhere in the shallow water of a hotel pool, in the grains of sand. Living in permanent sunset vacation." I have always loved unicorns, glossy balloons and those glass ball we used to roll around for fun "
" The hotel and colorful pools are now filled with poison , your beach vacation has now ended "
" It's time to live once more, comeback or don't "