gasping.

With my soul barely hanging on to the strings of the puppeteer that has long been dead, I walk on this soiled earth with bare feet, trying to perhaps find a shelter that could drown all these pain.

Like the past, I cannot find any. All I could find are brown, dead leaves covered with bright red blood, shimmering brightly under the bright artificial lights that points towards Paradise. Death has come and taken everything away, leaving nothing behind but breadcrumbs of bread that are scattered on the floor leading towards the pale green exit.

I am tired. Perhaps, when I can finally throw these veneer of bad memories and wear good ones instead, I would finally achieve the inner peace that I so crave for such a long time.