So here I am. Again. Alone.
The light is broken. Too hard to see the page.
I broke it. I broke it.
Too tired to read. Too awake to sleep.
All the time. All the time to think.
How did I find myself here again?
There are times. When I dream of this.
But not here. Not here.
This is success. This is how it feels.
No one knows.
I`ve succeeded in killing it. This is success.
This is how it feels. It`s numb. It`s cold.
This is just the help that I needed.
