How do you leave ?
How do you just decide to go.
Far away as you walk into the light,
Far away from this place you call home.
Who is going to stop you from yourself,
Who is going to notice your absence from the next 24 hours.
What will people say,
What will people do.
Why should they care now,
Why would they ask how.
When will i become oblivion,
When will i be needed.
Where will i end up ?
Where would i rest.
And most of all, will I be just another *salt particle mixed in the ocean
To the nights where death comes around.
