I sent condolences
to the future I'll never fortunate
to have
and I wished it good luck
for the doors that had opened up.
It didn't matter how it all begun 'cause,

The little lie became one in chucks, it robbed my nature and
kept whispering me that I had to make something
to amend myself somehow
but
I, who lost its soul so long that I couldn't looked up the stars in the sky and
told them to push the real pain away from the darkest corner of my mind.
On the ledge, I started laughing
until it numbed my jaws and made me look alike a frowned crown.
I was 'it'.

As I lit up my cigarette I thought
of that uncertainty life gives us so that the art of living wouldn't be dull
but
I know it is just only waning, waning away and nothing else.

Am I reaching end of tether?
Am I getting warmer?