I don’t know what have I done or what I haven’t done.
I don’t know how and why it has gotten this way.
Clues have been given so obvious that they knock me to the ground.
And suddenly, I’m here with no clue.
Are we living our lives, unconsciously wanting something else we can’t admit?
I ask myself every time when I feel misplaced, is this what I want?
Is it?
No… Not all of it.
I just live on one thing.
One single thing that is most important
One single thing that pulls it all together
One single thing that makes it all worth it
That… is no illusion to me.
But lives have different purposes…
Regardless of purposes, at the end of a long hard day, I’m still here.
I will always be here.
But how…
How do I get pass and get up every time it hits?
How do I look away? How do I not care?
The answer is there is no how.
Either fucked or fucked.