As you get old you start pondering on the meaning of words like purpose, or love, or fate, or free will, and they haunt you with their reverberating nature, they turn up the dial on your mind until yo...
A lone figure strode aimlessly in the middle of a winter night. An empty cheap grade whiskey bottle in one hand, while his voice filled the empty alleyway with slumbering mumbles and songs he heard at...
As you get old you start pondering on the meaning of words like purpose, or love, or fate, or free will, and they haunt you with their reverberating nature, they turn up the dial on your mind until yo...
A lone figure strode aimlessly in the middle of a winter night. An empty cheap grade whiskey bottle in one hand, while his voice filled the empty alleyway with slumbering mumbles and songs he heard at...