Latest Activity: Played Snail (Dec 28, 2014 3:15am)
Points needed for next level: 75 Level
About me, The world is the world. The sun is the sun, everything is afar from gone. Except the darkness inside of me that lurks near the light. I am the world, this doesn’t make sense, but in a way it does. We do what we are told, yet we follow the untold. We hear stories of the world. The world is the world, the sun is the sun. After cleaning my profile, I learned what is done is done. The damage is caused by what was caused. The end of the sun is near, the sun of the fear that dwells deep inside of you. You’re probably saying “This doesn’t make sense.” Well it doesn’t what I say doesn’t make sense, it only takes space like vast space. Or does it? I forget, one thing we know already that has been expressed is this does not make sense. Well, whatever. Tell that to the world who follows your take on things. Remember, This has changed.