what is there to say. i'm nothing to write home about. i am a pawn trapped in the war, the smell right before it rains. i am just passing through this place; trying to leave my mark in an unmark-able world.
the gap between what we say and what we feel is so big and dark that sometimes i think i’ll fall into it and just keep falling…
how do i find myself again after i got lost in a heart that doesn’t want me anymore?