This is a lonely day. I think that I might have gone to a different world, a strange and unfamiliar world to be in. Time is passing me by so silently and ominously, like the wind in my town very long ago, yet much more potent and chilly. Sounds echo by my ear, and I know its time to change. I believe in the time when I was tormented by the endless battling of unknown forces, and I believe in the advent of the old and true world to return to my perception. This is a wish not impossible, but steadfast in the great depths of the universe, refusing to unveil to me as a motivation for me to carry on, seemingly tantalizing my body and flesh of humanity.
Give me a day to recuperate from my fatigue, I need to keep myself alive to pursue my dreams.