It feels too hard to be in reality when the days are long and the nights are short when the work piles up and the fun deports when there is nothing left in this sad life but a jar of tear from all the times the times where I couldn’t take it anymore the times where being alive was worse than being dead the times where I was lost in my head there comes a time when you can only dream of running leaving behind every memory, every person, and every thought creating a new life, one for only me and you becoming a mystery will do