positive thinkers and negative thinkers.
I think we are never gonna meet.
We enjoy of our side as much as they do, on the bright side of life.
But their sun is cold, I say, their warmth is fake; an empty hug makes you feel even more alone than how you really are.
I don’t want fake parades down my inner city, I prefer a silent funeral procession under a bloody sky.
Utterly sad and grey but -at least- true.