Boulevard Of Broken Dreams.

I tug on the strap of my rugged backpack. I steal a glance to the sky. I see a silver lining hidden in the mushroom cloud. I inhale deeply. The night is young but the air smells stale. Twigs crack beneath my sneakers. Leaves ruffle around my ankle as the gentle wind blows in my direction. I trip over the vines of the cemetery. I fall face down to the ground. I cry. But, I wipe my tears away. I brush off the dirt on my skirt. I think bout how you would fuse over this type of little things. I grin. This time, I walk along alone the boulevard of broken dreams...

I cannot reach out to you anymore, can I? );

I carry the weight of the world of my shoulders. I cannot carry on like this. I can barely stand up tall and proud, even with all of these scars on me. I finally realized that I got nobody. No one. Not a single soul will linger for me. But me...

P.S: I AM DYING IN YOUR ARMS. AGAIN );