Nothing means everything when we start losing ourselves and don't fight and we can not feel or figure it out Hands cannot stop shaking and shades of past is rising like symptoms until you climb the stairway of broken bones all loaded by you guns are aimed at you and then you wake up but nothing is left, nothing at all the day we sweared to never give up is going past so fast
But we are still waking up at night hearing its footsteps have you ever thought that you would feel so broken stopped chasing your light? I have not, but I feel and no more bad or good signs if you see one I can not hear my voice and all I have ever heard is noise
Noise like emptiness, too obvious to dream, too unreal to believe