I want to put out the words aloud, I fail. I fear. I fear to feel empty, perhaps. The words that I held back had meanings. Once it escapes out of the open cage it will never return back I know well. I m melancholic towards too many things presently. I don't know where my life is heading. I saw an ending without a new beginning. It is perhaps my fault that I left it unfinished. I backed off and now I am stuck. I should've stayed...