#861

I'm trying to recall my sweet past.

Where at my worst I still could go out and alive.

When I care for less.

When I get hype with my day.

When I don't feel hurts being hurting.

When I could take things for granted.

When alone is not lonely.

I miss that whole night conversation,

I miss the moment when I know where to run 

who should I return to.

I miss to be strong without this soaked eyes.

I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm fainted.