Being in my home, i get home sick.
Its like when you blink your eyes and see it is the end.
I don’t know what I’m running for. Why it makes me happy. Knowing that its not really my happiness.
What I’ve lost.
What I’ve become.
Where am I going.
Why is it happening.
As they say, time flies.
How can I reverse time.
Time is mean, it is here because it has a meaning.
Think. Ask. Think again.