Victor Moody
My writes are coming from a pure passion for the world and love. I love to love. We live in times when love, humanity and freedom lost their true graceful meanings, but it doesn’t mean we can’t remind to ourselves.
Trapped between a future I want and a past made from shadows, I’ve got lost often between lines and papers Alcohol and smoke, living like a lunatic Lost in the pleasures of life, Among women and drugs Through never spoken truths and a pleasure dragging me in I was there and now I’m here, Where I’ll be tomorrow? Later I’ll be again, a little more wiser Should I start over? No way. For how many times should I lose myself? All I know about the answer is the same for How many times should I find myself? Gone as if I am in another world I walk among you, I can see you all But I can’t feel you, Only the whispering stars.
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