Let's go. Shall we?
Go to a place that no one knows us.
Let's go into hiding. Let's go. Now.

So tired of this world. How judgmental it is. Or is it me? That I am too wary of how other feel and think about me. Heightened senses. It could make or break you. Why can't the world be simpler. Why does the color grey exist?

Though it has been a day since my birthday but this dreading feeling is something I can't ignore. Like a thorn stuck in my flesh. Like a thought etched deeply in my mind.


/Let's go.