I just want to pack my bags And vanish Leave without a trace
Spend the rest of my life In solitude Knowing I'm no longer A burden to you... ... Maybe this way I'll find me, The real me, The one that lives outside of These useless broken words The one that breathes outside of This loop of a mess that's become My nightmare and my life all at once ... Maybe this way I can finally Throw away my masks Maybe this way I can finally Taste freedom Maybe this way I might even discover The meaning of True happiness
*And maybe this time I won't run away from it
"She loved mysteries so much that she became one..." Maybe she became one to finally unlock the mysteries of the world... Front Page (9/13/17) (Just some scribbles on a lined paper someone will find years from now in the trash...)