Empty day. Cold day. Meaningless day.

It usually comes from nowhere. I mean the deep emptiness inside me. It captured me and deemed to suffocate me. That’s a real satire! My mind was so obsessed in murder ing me!

I’m so scared of the assassin. So my in ward self flee away in craziness. The only cure to the craziness is recalling the old time. Another satire.

I’m who always wanted to reach a new phase so badly. I have a haunting hatred to my dusty past.

And now, I miss it.

I may consider as the sudden emptiness as the son of my past.