Have you ever been to a night club or any social extravaganza 

and felt like your ass doesn’t belong here. 

But right after you spend your abominable night you feel you want someone…

Just to live the parts of your life or atleast carry it with their nebula ascending arms. 

Loneliness is fucking awesome…get forgotten by the city lights, disappear through the stairway roads and lock yourself inside your puppet bubbles…

I wish just there were no memories to compare these with. 

So I guess love is much more than just creating memories…it’s all about living the hell of those moments…

Suck like u have never sucked before and don’t let them be your Arcadian memories.