Every time the solo before hotel california makes my tears down, like remembering a fake home, a place I don't have to trust anyone to live a relaxing life.
All these, illusions, about a good free moral life in an imaging homeland, make me not killing myself till today, make me believing the very existence of good things, things closer to god or something not on earth than myself.
Wish you a home to go to either in reallife or in your head.
Edited 320d ago