I thought being alone would allow me to fly, but I don't know why I seem to be more lost than ever. I've grabbed whatever I can grab, indulged myself in whatever I can indulge, and tried all means I can to escape. But the more I do so, the more lost I seem to be.
I guess it's true what they say, that once you've experienced loss, you'll never really be the same afterwards. I know I should be smart enough to suck it all up and move forward. But how can you, when you could not even find the strength to just be yourself?
