Abcd

It's been a month and I don't think I would survive this time. I have so many things to say but the moment I open my mouth, words just fade away in the air. 

I feel like life is slowly slipping away from my hands, it's rolling down and drops from my finger tips.

The point is I'm not trying to hold it, I'm just watching how slowly someone's soul can get ruined and there's not even a single drop of tear in my eyes.

And I just lay down, staring at the ceiling, drowned! Thinking about how far I am from anything that should give me a little sense of... you know... life.