Is that possible for a person to be so sad that he can actually feel the hollow inside soaring up till it drowns him completely?
Is it possible that one has lost all the hopes and expectation to some extent that he no longer seek any affiliation with any other than silence?
Why is it that I can feel my sadness dispersing so wildly, nothing can literally make me animated again?
Did I willingly push myself onto the dark side of solitary? How come my presence never occurred to anyone as enumerable?
Is it possible that one has lost all the hopes and expectation to some extent that he no longer seek any affiliation with any other than silence?
Why is it that I can feel my sadness dispersing so wildly, nothing can literally make me animated again?
Did I willingly push myself onto the dark side of solitary? How come my presence never occurred to anyone as enumerable?
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