Just take a look at me now.

It's yet another day. Of you being yourself, and me being nobody. Still trying to figure out what happened. Something has changed. The reason is clear and unclear at the same time. Maybe it's the fear of facing the truth. You are supposed to be nothing to me. But you were once my everything. Now, it still turned up to be part of the history that occupied most of my memories. Still irreplaceable, but soon it will be. At least I believe in it. We gave ourselves false hopes to continue survive. At least when we are realized that we are not dreaming, we suffocate through the pleasures of sins to continue breathe, until we realize everything does happen for a reason.

Dry soil. Cracked lines. Still supports life.