The feeling when you have had enough; you don’t want to talk or move, the drive to be alone punishes your soul and right there and there you see yourself cry.
You weep like there’s no tomorrow, tears gushes and soaks your tired hands. The numb feeling lingers in every nerve of your body. You feel empty, you feel alone even there are tons of people around you.
Why does this happen? Why?
The questions chants in your head, over and over, louder and louder. Until you scream as loud as the elephants cry from mourning. You loose hope and submit yourself to eternity. Then you see yourself die, rot and turn to dust blown by the wind. That’s how you end. You turn into nothing and no one remembers you, not even a bit.
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