Personal Message

 

 

    

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Death is not kind. It's dark, black as far as you can see, and you're all alone.

I don't dislike rain. My favourite is the cold rain that falls in midwinter, just before it turns into snow.

It's sad when people die.

It doesn't matter how many relationships we seem to have. We're all alone.

How does it feel to not exist?

Dolls are hollow you see. Completely hollow in body and soul. That void connects them with death.  But hollow things seek to fill their emptiness.