An empty suitcase full of memories.
The messages added salt to wounds.
The car accelerated before the signal turned green.
A wardrobe full of clothes that still had their tags on.
A dust free bookcase could hide a lot of lies.
Busy streets full of people who cares less.
Ocean so wide just as desires stretch over its vastness.
Now all these thing don't matter not single one of it.

© Karl Kristoffer A. Ko