We come from a tradition of sad people. The reflection of sadness is written in our book of life.
We create romantic moments mixed with blood and tears, we sew it on our skin, we embed it onto our souls, we use the pain and agony of others, we destroy all the bridges between the two worlds we own. The night we own the blurred reality, we never believe in smiling faces and the purity of young hearts.
One day, the truth will come begging my mentality, trying to explain the perception of happiness, the truth will drink my glass full, we'll talk, we'll laugh, we'll kiss, we'll make love, we'll celebrate, and finally the truth would cut her wrists.
Welcome to the family.