How do I avoid pain for every time I exhale in peace for a minute there is a wave of grief coming to wipe away the little solace I hold in me.

Oh how I always end up in front of an abyss.

Happiness is always in past tense.

I feel like a 1000 year old in my mind.

I'm merely human and I've learnt I cannot fly high. So now I'm learning to at least crash in the place I want to rest.

Why are we not as close with each other as we are in my dreams?

Does a happy life even exist?

The worst part about feeling like shit is you slowly forget what it was like when it was all normal.

Why is it so hard to harvest sunshine out of my gloomy mind?

Perhaps holding on and letting go are equally sinister.

Nobody listens, everybody asks.