All of this world
We have hungered
But nothing here
Can quench our thirst.

What's here, now gone. These thoughts echo through my head every day. And I don't think they will ever go away. But we can't go back, I am on my own. I'm waiting for this task to end, so these lighter days can soon begin. I'll be alone, but maybe more carefree. Like a kite that flies so effortlessly. All these faces numb the same - so many lifeless empty hands. I turn off my bolts of pain, and tuck them away.. till these rainy days that make them stay. But I'm going to myself one more shot. I'll find it in myself.

So Please understand if i don't answer the phone.