Soviet Cars

When I was a little kid, confined behind 4 walls after a certain time during the night, I could only use my imagination to fill the void my eyes held. And noises were my primary ink I used to paint images in my head. When I was the only one awake, sudden sweeping noises or screeches would cause me to jostle in me bed, often making me curious, as to what were the causes of these noise. And I would wake up in the morning, asking my mom what those noises were. Of course, mom wouldn't know because she's fast asleep after a long day of earning bread and making a home. She would often tell me about monsters, or boogie men, roaming the streets late at night, depicting the dangers of staying out late at night. And of course, I would be frightened and my perception of the night was of dangers lurking around, capturing those who missed their bedtime.

When I grew up, I spent more time living outside my warm nest during the night. Mom's stories weren't right at all. There were no monsters, or boogie men, none at all. There were noises made by rustling leaves and footwear people wore, people like me who stayed out at night. She was though, right, about the evil lurking outside.

This evil, sadly, doesn't come in the form of scary cartoon villains. This evil is people.

It's sad, because all I ever thought was that people were kind, loving, warm and comforting, like mom's cradling arms. I was wrong, because the streets was filled with people that had monsters in them. So deceiving.

Smoke Bellowing Machine

I'm going through a transition now. Right now, I kinda feel like I know what I want to do, and how I'd wanna live my life. It's krazy, really, the amount of stress I'm putting myself through. But it's the adrenaline I seek, and right now, I'm oozing high octane adrenaline.

I'm oozing high octane adrenaline. Kkrazy.