Reality as it is.

It's that thought that hovers in the back of your mind, silently fighting its way to consume you with each and every second that passes by. It drains the life out of you, leaving you breathless and exhausted. You fight it alone because you are afraid; afraid of trusting, afraid of being a burden, afraid of placing unnecessary weight on someone's shoulders. Being happy means being selfish, in your terms anyway. That is something you don't want to be, so you continue living life every day, a reticent life every day, letting these concoction of thoughts eat away every inch of happiness you have left in you, leaving you completely and utterly miserable.

Strangers, Again, again.

A circular path, a never ending cycle. Where is the exit? Tired of walking this path alone. In the middle of a sandwich, stuck between what I want and what I need.

To be continued.

In a box shoved away in the corner of my mind holds many fragments of the past; friendships that have almost faded, almost forgotten.
What was once considered as the most special thing anyone could ever ask for, slowly lost its life after starving it of effort and time and providing it with the wrong source of food, distance. Once something dies, it cannot be revived. Luckily enough, it holds the potential for new life.

Hide and seek.

Whenever I have you in my hands, you're never there for very long. You slip away from my fingertips without any hesitation. Is there a way to make you stay? I don't want you to leave me here alone any longer. I need you and I need you bad.

Late night ramblings.

I need another way.
I need another day.
I need more time.

It's never going to happen.