Sunday, March 22, 2015


Has the grey cloud found its way to the surface, or is it just the usual fog I see in the cold?
Have I found the way out, mother? Or Have I just once again stayed?
I'm sorry. I've been a sad person recently. I found something really bad to do but I've been forced to. Say the oxygen is toxic but you still need it. I've been asking helps, from an old friend, telling them that I thought I might be in trouble. They kept blabbering about how careless people would be and I should stop worrying about it, and that everything would be as normal as it seems. I have feelings and I have instincts. Stop worrying about my intelligence. I've got it in abundance. 
Have I found my way out, mother? Or have I let them in?

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