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I don't feel good.
Let's stay here for a while. We are very deep now. I think that the end is very soon. What do you think about it? The end of something could be the start of something. But it also could be just the end of something. I'm not afraid. I don't care anymore. You see this. But you won't react. Just as always. I'm all alone here but i don't feel like i care. I have to dig deeper. I don't have anything else to do. I didn't had any choice. And i still don't have them. Goodbye. |
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I can't stop right now.
I can't let all my efforts go to trash. I should finish this. I'm already here. This would be easy after all of this mess. I don't know what i should do. But i already know i can do it. I don't know who am i. And i don't know who am i chasing. I'm driving in a city that i don't know. In a sportcar which isn't mine. To complete something that i don't know. Without reasons. Just because. Maybe this is a pure madness. |
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So.
I don't know why should i think so. But i think this is a place. I feel like i saw it in my dreams. Like i saw this before. In my youth, or childhood. This place looks so familiar. But i still don't know what to do. I should let my heart go. Corridors turn into floors. Floors dissolve in elevator. Im here. This is it. Im absolutely sure. Knock knock. |
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