In my heavy breathing. I can’t see clear, I cant think veraciously, again. I’m facing the outside as I feel the weekend breeze, looks like time really moved so fast.
Why it seems like I don’t miss you anymore? There’s no known answer but I know that maybe, I only learned and it entered my mind that being with you is impossible.
After how many proses that I wrote for you, well finally, I think I’ll be giving it an ending yet. This will be the last, will it be? Oh, I don’t know. I don’t know where is this going as I write with random ideas, with unpicked kinds.
Did I just cry for you?
Did I only destructed myself?
I maybe fell going down to my illusions and overreacting emotions. It’s my sickness of over thinking.
Maybe, my heart forgets. Should I now let you go? ’cause I think I’m empty, ’cause I think my feelings was gone, ’cause I think I’m tired already.
I can’t appreciate you anymore, Can’t really I?
No more tears. No more pain. But at least, my mind is still confuse.
All I know, is nothing.
All I know, I created a messy wrote of narrative with brevity. For you. For myself. For my freedom.