if being “real” is being cruel, then I’d rather not be real.
we once met here. now we meet in the ground.
I won’t let them reach me.
To be friends is to be each other’s comfort zone.
what we used to have exists no longer.
you don’t understand anything but what I let you see.
seeing everyone in front of me reminds me of how alone I am.
i use these secrets as a wall.
grey skies reflect human endeavors to destroy everything in the process of attempting to be successful.