Despairing in a state of agony, for what feels like an eternity. I continue circling, present with constant fear, in a carousel of tragedy.
But slowly I regret, all the moments spent alone, all the memories I ended up losing, and all the days, where I lay at home.

But still I'm slipping through the cracks, of this dark continuity, filled with adequate anger and accompanying hostility. With every little step, there'd be no more going back, but then there I see a little crevice, a form of light so bright. Drowsed in...