Emptiness seems to be endless though the source is unlikely to be known. I am sitting in front of the computer screen having matters flash in my memory. I want to talk to someone but it seems like nobody is sensitive enough to hear my silent scream for someone to listen to me.
A melted caramel under the sun’s apathy is quite a tragic scene to see especially if it just lays there without anybody noticing.
Life is such an irony I suppose.