I can hear the silence in every encounter with butterflies. But my mind try to control the pain that im keeping inside. Im holding on till I survive this reality. That im a prisoner of my own. That mortality isnt the reason why I live like unknown. Im not holy the ghost starin at me. And I cant scream to the stars to pick me up. I am blinded by the night. I am nothing so I pass out. Hoping if I close my eyes someone will wake me up. Because if I die now will these lakes cry and mountains will move from here to my grave. Reality help me to find the truth of who I am. Im in so much suffering. Everytime I search for a new home I ended up broken. Im not afraid to fall and for the rest of my life ill find myself in an endless road and an empty room.