The past is alive and it creates a surreal reality.
All of a sudden.
I am so small.
I have nothing left.
I threw it all away.
All.
I try to talk.
I am not heard.
I try to feel.
I am just hurt.
The new sphere of sorrow and mind misery.
Where I am.
I am trying to run.
I hope I will take the right turn.
Away from this morbid reality.
That slowly breaks me down.
