There is this absent feeling of falling so long and so deep that the memory of surfacing is just that,a memory.

And all that surronds me is this fake hope of something that I am unable to quite reach.My hearing capacity has yeat to disapear but somehow I find myself almost capable of ignoring all that I care not listen,even when it comes from love ones.

Funy how,never mind it is not that funny.

In fact is quite sad...

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