Wednesday, 5 March 2014

The cold envelops my frail body, unaware of its petrified state of sadness. An overwhelming sense of doom and desperation hits me hard, with no solution in the horizon. I want to disappear completely, worry about nothing, lead a simple (too simple) life, or none at all. End is what I wish for my awful presence in this world. Relief, I want to grasp you dearly, old friend, never have we met before. 

No comments:

Post a Comment