i wonder,
what does it feel like to escape from the reality.
the spilled thoughts inside my head is asking,
will a better day comes tomorrow?
or…not?
will we die out of hunger when the day comes tomorrow?
or…not?
i’m shaking,
and i need help.
such a stressing situation causes me to feel like there’s lump in my lungs,
making me hard to breath,
aching each time i try to speak a word.
i just wish,
the time revolves again and maybe,
i could do something,
even better than before,
to save us from this traumatism of world.
-unlovely // 261017 // the day we began to break.