at the end of the line , i am again.
not a tragedic mood at aal . its a disaster.

I know this cilence , the storm has already arrived and I'm passed by , i dont feel any thing .

how huge and unexplainable could be a word to name a story ?
my mothers broken hart ,
my dads shaking hands ,
or my blody wet eyes?

Im done . its the end of the line , again
© mr. nobody