I simply sought the truth, and made peace with people.
It will be attended by some of my dearest people, and even-after some social portrayal.
But, I realised, the cycle of events explained to me, Maybe, the truth was what I wrote myself. #thought
I only think about the end, but for what? I don't know how long it will take me to get it back to my emptiness or something like that, so, I'm going to go with it until my mind resists doing something else with me and myself.