I never thought that my actual hope resorts to you.
My only hope.
And finally I come to term with the fact that I am losing it. Every minute.
Again, here I am,
Browsing them pages, your old pictures, and words.
Forcing me to concise everything in silence, between these walls.
I might not need to tell you things that have been tearing up my mind.
I just choose to stay, and live. For always.