I don't know how long it would take for me to feel empty and the need to write again. I don't know how long I have the hopes to believe that I have a future. A bright one maybe. Before it all ends in a way of disappointment. I wish I could write all the things that runs through my head. As far as I know, my head is full with thoughts of unknown yet so empty. Though it's making me breathless I got to believe that it is nothing. Nothing matters.
