and I can hear it going on and on and on and trying, trying so hard but it hits the blackness that's like a wall, like a bottomless pool, like emptiness, and I can't go past it. and it's still calling out, but it's not a guiding beacon, it's the sound of hope lost and the knowledge of the abyss ahead and it's just letting go because it knows.
I grew up learning that people who live hardships wishing that they're just in a nightmare, and they'll wake up - those people are weak. now I don't think so. they're not trying to run away. they have nowhere left to run.
no, you guessed wrong. believe me, you guessed wrong.