Find me

[Fattius]

MS wasn't a sentence written by the hand of death, nor was it a gift wrapped by the hands of life. Hurry while you still can, take a picture of a lost soul before the hate fills the lungs of a sinner in a shallow pool of Tears. Time is a constant reminder of This Hate. Betrayed are the feelings of love for others, when understanding is neither given nor brought to your end. Carry this illusion in a bag of flesh as not to understand this fate but to long for isolation. I am the disease that affects the proximity of my love. , always here but not for the times that matter! Defined by my depression is but a lost souls expression. Hurry FIND ME!

[jimeka]

Fattius have you tried writing a book? Blessings Jimeka 🦋 🌈

[Fattius in reply to jimeka]

I have the mind of a goldfish ever since my seizures/strokes