"all that's dead and gone in past."
It's not
"all that",
is just all.
I don't feel
what I felt before.
I don't see light
anymore.
Maybe it's just
a bad day
a bad week
a bad...
But maybe it's not.
And perhaps
that's why my words
seem to be hidden.
Perhaps that's why
I can't even write
without asking
if it's worth the fight.
(I just don't feel like writing. Or don't feel like I worth it enought to write. Or don't feel like, at all.)
