Floating city.

I feel like I’m floating over the ocean.

In this glass house where nothing means everything.

In the middle of the night where you left alone in this world.

Isn’t sad to have no one to talk to?

Or is it sadder that you have someone and still has no one to talk to?

Floating,

Falling,

Abandoning,

Left,

Alone.

Have you ever had that moment where loneliness is better than being together?

What would you do?

Would you rather call it quite quit?

Would you keep holding on to?

Would you laugh at my stupidity?

Would you lost because no one is willing to find you?

Can you get out of the darkness on your own?

Or are you waiting for someone to save you?

I the middle of the night.

Where I floated over the city.

The night steals my sanity.

— go through it and let your feet touch the ground.