It's the feeling that sucks you into the vortex of desolation.
I've been fighting over it in the last few nights, and i still haven't won the battle. The hardest battle is the fight between yourself, the one that shrinks your self-esteem into a raisin.
For the last few nights, i've been tracing a smile on the moon's face, with high hopes that things would somehow get better, if only i could clear my mind with the disturbing thoughts brewing inside.
The weakling in me has resurfaced.
Restless for the last few nights, i wish to lay down focused on a brighter tomorrow.
Been sleeping with Hazam beside for the last few nights.