Planet Caravan

Would I rather be there?
The more i sleep alone, the more i think about it... it takes only four letters to pronounce, but... GOD, it¡s difficult to rise the voice above pride...
Fucking pride!!!

Wash away man, take him with the floods...
i thought i had overcome all of them...

i hate my selective memory...

Deeper and deeper i move inside, so slow, yielding on until left inside there, alone...

Would you look at me now?
Can you tell I'm a man?
With these scars on my wrist to prove i'll try again...