Here they come marching down the street,
Like a desperation murmur of a heart beat,
Coming back from the edge of town,
Underneath their feet Homecoming, by Green Day
I try to be as nice as I wish to be treated... Finding a way to lay down at the fields of my spooky riddle..
Antisocial, but I still try my best to connect with people going through same paths, and walk through dreamy spaces... Life is always changing, but cold seems to stay besides..
In spite of this lonely reality, the Winter breeze may bring these forgotten senses of life.
Favourite Music
Genres: Screamo, indie, emo-core, shoegaze:
•Alesana.
•Dear Whoever.
•Hindsight.
•Old gray.
•I Hate Myself.
•Broken Hearts are blue.
•Salvia Palth.
•My useless life.
•Cheerful depression.
•Cold body radiation.
•Sunny Day real Estate.
•The Saddest Landscape.
•Clouds Collide.
Favourite Films / TV / Books
Genre: Drama and Horror:
•Suicide Room. •Chatroom. •Let me in. •The Butterfly Effect. •28 weeks later. •30 days of night. •Chronicle. •A stray goat.
Education / Occupation
High School finals. Murdering hopes.
Who I'd Like To Meet
A dreamy ghost who would like to live in dreams... An illusion far away from this cold reality.
Poems and regrets..
Spring Daze.
I look at the Horizon, there's a gray cloud through the window, making me realize that I can't control it in this way... But the Rain hangs my souls between walls of cold. Only in my mind, only a Spring Daze.
Walking through bridges..
Remembering all the speed in my chest.
Watching the clouds collide above this memorie.
Flying away through a forgotten beauty.
-Dave_Froider.
