w.e.a.k.

A big black hole usurps my being. I feel so restless and weak.
Sometimes I feel like the sky comes down upon me and threads on my very soul; its magnitude ready to swallow me whole.
To cry is to be a coward they say. But it is through these river of tears that I fight my sadness. Ah, melancholy and my infinite sadness amidst the chaos of life. At times, I surrender to this whim so as not to complicate things further or aggravate the fire that's been meaning to scorch this cold cold feeling.
I want to runaway... to wherever that is. It doesn't matter.