What will become of me now? After time I stopped thinking about that.
Maybe I forgot.
How to think at all.
Nothing changes anymore. This world belongs to me. Each and every day continues on. But I'm not lonely. It doesn't bother me at all.
I've been waiting. Waiting for what seems like forever. After a while I stopped waiting. I let my mind run away. But then something that I didn't create append. Was it a message? what is on the other side? Should a go through?
But I'm scared.