I don’t need to be far gone, I know. I realize nobody sees me here, everybody judges, but no one knows me. What I’m expecting anyway? If I myself don’t know where I’m going, neither where I came from.
I’m just a tired soul who’s sinking in the infinite sadness of an endless farewell. I guess I don’t care anymore; I just got too used to this. Melancholy and solitude is on my everyday schedule. Hope and expectations are no longer on this being, they have became too dangerous for the defective heart I own. Living like this, I’ll take a train, one whose destiny I do not know. I’m leaving this place of appearances and fake happiness.