IRC-Galleria

when i was young my grandma told me to just hang on, even if my personal world seemed to be breaking apart. The wisdom of my grandma gave me all this time the needed strength to fight against my demons and survive against this almost hopeless war what eventually defines my true identity.
All these years i wandered in the darkest alleys of my own consciousness, seeking the truth behind the mysterious mind that i thought was mine. i fought against every demon that tried to change it and i kept winning them. But the war took it`s casualties from there where i didnt give enough of my attention, my loved ones if i ever even had them.
Endless times i have found myself crossing the very same startingpoint of the path what i crossed years before. I keep walking, running, fighting, crying and bleeding around this circle trying to discover the true master behind my very own thoughts. The truth is that i just been trying to prove myself that i can hold the pieces of my mind together just like my grandma wisely told me...
wait... He told me just to hang on. All my life i tried to fight against the changes of my reality when the truth behind the words of my grandma were "never try to stop the rolling stone, if you try, someday you may find yourself rolling with the stone." I never should started the fight against my consciousness no matter how twisted it could be, i just need to accept it and let it Roll.