breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out...

I hardly regconize anyone of them. Maybe I do, those 'nostalgic' face that I have been scrutinising this whole day. Those words that I have been struggling hard to familiarize with. But I failed, and the undescribable pain surfaced.

What on earth is happening? They just keep repeating again and again. What are those sight for? To prove that life is indeed not a bed of roses after all? I know, since when it is? But do we have to end up in such resentment? Those eyes, those comments, those barricades that formed in between us. Has anybody just driven a wedge in between? I thought this was inevitable but you didn't even intend to cross this line.

You don't seem to care.

It's not just about the distance in between, leaving me in a lurch. It's really tiring to make a difference now. Anaethetizing those feelings of mine, I guess this will be the only way.

I don't yearn for a better change now. Just hope that i don't wither.

can I find anything worth this life?