too many nights.

searching for answers.

i'm not the one who bury, only a blanket.

i try to not fall asleep, but if i do, i wish i do not wake up for it will be another episode of terrible things.

self rule.

i broke my first life's principle.

a sudden rush in my head.

fuck.

this morning was the toughest by far.

OAOA!

Dessert place playing Mayday!!!

physical damage.

got this momentary chest pains.
didn't know this is possible.
will my body shut down?

six degrees.

the only thoughts that could keep me sane are the same that are dragging me into insanity.

wish i could still take care of you, just like how i always used to

The First Mayday Song I Got From You.

how do i sleep?

It was a dream.
A dream of vast open greens,
where stars burn in the blackness of night.

It was a hope.
A hope of a walk held hand in hand,
through each and every turbulent times.

It was a love.
A love of two hearts from different worlds,
yearning to be nothing but one.

i'm not moving.

the man who can't be moved.