Life hurts — and on top of that it's fatal. It can squeeze my heart deep in the night when I'm too weak to pass out. Looking up the stars, if there's any, and trying to hide from troubling thoughts, unable to suffer like a man when confronted with my existence. It seems never-ending, stabbing me, boiling me, ripping me, smiting me. Negligence, ignorance, confusion, all my miscalculated slips and wrongdoings over the years are coming back to me. Lies, lies, and more lies — in and around me. And solitude, it strikes me — so unwanted, so desperate, so lonely. It's all falling on me like a rubber wrap, blinding me, tying me, suffocating me, hunting me down.
But then, for a single smile of those deep curious eyes, I'd lay down my life with grace. As for that moment alone, it's worth to live and worth to die.
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