And suddenly the world is compressed, like it was always like that. Never huge. Or maybe my thoughts are forcing it to shrink. The feeling of tiredness, anxiety and alone-ness all together are pushing and pulling the boundaries surrounding my entire world.

There’s no one around me although I can see a lot of human beings telling me that they are my first relatives, but No, they don’t know what’s burning in my head, what’s pushing me towards the hole, the deep dense black hole. They don’t know what dreams I see, what horrifies me the most.
I’ve got tired of people telling me that’s it’s just a phase of life, that maybe you’re tensed because of your studies or maybe because of your desires to become something more.
I don’t know what’s telling me to disappear or to vanish like the fire that burned those leaves a while ago. My sky is dark but there’s nothing behind it, my heart is hollow but there’s no guilt inside it.

I just don’t know the reason of my sadness. Maybe I just another psycho.
~lunatic

