At some point recently, everything became right or wrong. Even
at the beach, things were moving down by the tides. I don’t know why the
hell tides were in such a damn hurry. I wanted to stay more. Atleast
wanted to see you once. I have trouble sleeping, and bed is too short. I
have bad dreams like I’m falling. I wake up scared. So time asks me a
while to remember where I am. Since loosing you, I’ve lost all sence of
joy and pleasure. I have become silent. I think we’re way past that, and
when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose. My life has a purpose
given by you. I know revolution is a very sad affair and tears are shed.
There’s only one thing left to do and that is to knock myself out.
Nothing is ever enough, but we live and we try.