The days where emptiness meets me are becoming endless.

Endless is not precise on a scale of time, but what would have you done if you knew time was nonexistent? What would have you done if you knew nothing could stop you? Nothing would veer to crush you? I wonder. But wondering never got me anywhere, and that’s why I’m still here.

Asking the stars for guidance is forgetting about the sun, then cursing the sky for darkness as you deny daytime. If it makes it better for those who are victims of the same disease, don’t hesitate looking at the vast of space knowing we all sleep under the same ******* sky.
If we sleep at all.