halkirk - 17 years old - storm boy

Alle brutture si può sopravvivere, perché noi siamo indistruttibili nella misura in cui crediamo di esserlo. Quando gli adulti, con lo stupido sorriso di chi crede di saperla lunga, dicono: "I giovani si credono invincibili" non sanno quanto hanno ragione. La disperazione non fa per noi, perché niente può ferirci irreparabilmente. Ci crediamo invincibili perché lo siamo. Se solo potessimo vedere l’infinita catena di conseguenze derivanti da ogni nostro piccolo gesto. E invece ce ne rendiamo conto soltanto quando rendersene conto ormai non serve più a nulla.

even the smallest person
can change the course of the future

uneasy is the head that wears a crown

What doesn’t kill you makes you wish you were dead. What doesn’t destroy you, leaves you broken instead. Got a hole in my soul growing deeper and deeper and I can’t take one more moment of this silence. The loneliness is haunting me and the weight of the world’s getting harder to hold up. It comes in waves, I close my eyes. Hold my breath and let it bury me. I’m not okay, and it’s not alright.
Who will fix me now? Dive in when I’m down? Save me from myself, don’t let me drown. Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive? Save me from myself, don’t let me drown. My head’s a hurricane; it moves in waves, a perfect storm that keeps me wide awake. But through the silence, I will feel it burn. I know there’s nothing here to make me stay, and in the darkness I will see the sun. Cause this is not enough and I won’t wait for them to cut me up. They’ll never stop until they see me fall.

and now I know my heart is a ghost town