And there was I, waiting for something I couldn't distinguish myself what was. The blank blur startled my eyes and blinded my soul. The angry has passed already. It has been a tough, tough year… Or should I say that it just has been a tough semester? I still have six more months to rearrange my life, fix my broken dreams and try stepping toward forgiveness. I still miss the time I had the pleasure and the excitement for the fight and the laughing afterwards. I don't know if there will be someone instead to fill this hole in here. I don't know if this is even healthy and if you are feeling the same as well. This should be a goodbye but we've dropped this last September. Or was it October? It doesn't matter. I don't have the guts to speak anything in front of you yet. I won't. And you shouldn't worry, because I have moved on. I give you my word. Let's simply try to be happy. When it comes to friendship, my hands were never clean. I don't feel like I can talk to you now. I see you in the future, who knows I touch you… Or just bump into you on the streets and ask how is life, if it's everything ok… I hope this day will come. And I pray for it. Pray for leaving my resentment behind.
This was my dark outflow to you.
