it’s sadness, it’s hopelessness, it’s everything near surrender. I’m breaking the glass of the core of my own, piece them together, then break it again just to link them back, again, on and on, repeatedly.

I don’t like what I feel and how I feel it, but I’m the one who let me feel what I feel, what I see and how I see it.

it’s peace, it’s quiet, it’s a let go. it’s not a grievance nor it’s an acceptance. an indifference that makes things don’t matter. I, don’t matter.

it’s the opposite of transcend, it’s not the left, and far from right. it’s a wishful thinking of the existence of nothingness, the null everyone refuses to believe, the stillness of an end, the soundless air so loud it’s silent.