Within time, we fathom that one of our permanent allies was forever a quiet nemesis, gloating at us in silence, loathing every breath we exhale,
and dragging us into the furthest depths, where no scream can shatter glass, but only able to shatter our hearts, it drags us deep into a void, where you no longer recognize yourself anymore, maybe, you should’ve given up that cursed friendship, maybe, it’s all your fault; the fault of becoming a maimed version of yourself, or… Maybe, you should try sticking to the walls where your sorrow sink, and climb up your veins until you reach the summit, on which you can see the bigger picture and finally, escape…
