Lost

It's been days, months.

Yet I still here, sitting in the back on my mind.

Trying to escape, finding a way out.

If there is a way out.


Can't write, can't read, just do what a fool does.

Then at this state, I realized, everything's indeed useless. What's broken beyond repair, can't be fixed anymore.

It's final.

It's time to say goodbye, properly.