Where am I?
Where did I go?
Where will I go?
Sometimes I have the recurring feeling that I will never have anything. I have the recurring feeling that I will be nothing. I have the feeling that I am somehow the most heartless person in the world. I am afraid that I am the worst of them all.
It is easy to kill when one has no remorse. It is easy to kill when your memory fails you. It is easy to kill when the world is silent.
But where will I go?
Where will I end?
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