A clowdy rainy mardy tuesday's result.

Nothingness

The closeness to the nothingness is growing faster and faster. Emptyness is the medicine for a harmed heart that will always die hard.
I try to prevent it. I try to keep up with it. I try to fight it. But it's worthless - I always end up embracing it.

When it's too much, I can never have enough. When it's too scarce, I long just to have a spare. When I can't have it, all the world's too heavy. Everything's dim and everyone's done. I just wanna be alone.

Alone and shrunken. Just like a wanker. Feeling the numbness. Hearing the rain. Seizing the plain. Lifting the pain. Wondering and wondering it all over again.

-Could this be, yet again? Would it be the same?
It won't be the same. This can't be, again. Don't you understand?
But I don't. I can't...
-I ain't!
I should never loose faith. 'Cause stop beliving is stop existing.