Tell me about those days, when you stood on a thin line between dreams and reality, watching it disappear slowly. All of a sudden there is no difference between both. And you get tore apart into nothingness. Where your mind always asked you to be awake, scared of being haunted by dreams and your heart asked you always to fall asleep, to escape from the hands of reality, because it haunted you too. The madness of it all. Constant consummation of goodness destroyed. Failures rise up until your nothingness concludes within your body. Tears are real in both states of mind. There is only one option. Disappear.
