Bem, ola a todos vocês..

Este é o meu primeiro post aqui no TAC, e aviso desde já que não vai ser para gozar com ninguem, nem para apresentar teorias da treta (lol), mas sim para apresentar algo que tenho andado a escrever....
Aviso desde já que o texto não está acabado (e não sei alguma vez o irei acabar visto que só o consigo escrever quando estou deprimido), e já agora, para quem não percebe, desculpa lá ele estar em inglês.

Enjoy ;)

The Quest

In This fucking life, we aren’t searching love or our destiny, were just questing for a good way to pu an end to our days.

I found my way in a Quest, and I’m going to tell you how it was as my my life while I was questing.

In this quest, the days seem longer than they are, while you watch the vultures fly over your head, you think that finally your time has come.

While your mind plays tricks on you, you just wish that you were dead so that nothing else could hurt you.

When you look around you see that you’re alone in the middle of nowhere, and that there is only destruction.

And in the middle of destruction, if you try to help somebody, there’s always something that stops you from helping, something like a pain in the back of your neck.

But it isn’t a regular pain, because it feels like somebody is stabbing you in the back.

And when you turn around to see who would do such a thing, you just see your own reflection preventing you from acting.

But this reflection isn’t nothing but the shadows of your own past, shadowns that came back to haunt you.

While you try to set aside your past, you find yourself in a lake of sadness where you see the worse moments of your life.

But suddenly, you realize that those moments where all your fault, and the lake disappears, and so you feel glad to leave such a place.

But just when this happens, a dark cloud appears, and you run, you run as fast as you can.

But you can’t outrun it, and when it catches you, you see that in this cloud fear reigns.

Obrigado pelo tempo perdido. Comentem e não sejam (demasiado) severos...