drapetomania

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.