When did life get so fucked up? When did life stop being so simple, with simple decisions like waking up, eating, sleeping and choosing to love or not? Now there’s just bullshit here and there, expectations from different persons, disappointments on people’s faces and the world failure is now like a shadow to us. How did it get so weird? How did we go from actually being happy to pretending to be happy? Many memories we’ve left in the past, memories that stir up feeling we wish we could feel again but fear we might never. How did we go from being a bright shooting star to becoming just a candle, a dim candle in a dark room begging to be kept alive as it dances with the wind and its fire slowly consumed by darkness?  How did we fall so low to the extent that we don’t remember what the top feels like or how it feels to stand on ground? I guess we’re still falling.
       Many questions we’ve asked, questions to help us make sense of it all, to help us better understand ourselves, to help us find the exact point where we went wrong but the answers elude us and wherever it is, it laughs our stupidity. How I wish it would just take pity on our misery and reveal itself because we are so tired of searching. We don’t want to give up but the truth is, it would be easier to give in and just let the darkness take control and let in drag us into its void.