  i feel. i hurt. i touch. i see. i love. i need.
i give. i try. i heal. i stand up. i brush off. i walk again.
that lonely mile. that cold solitudal wind. that forceful voice. why does it haunt again? why does this cliff seem so easy to just jump(fly) off rather than to traverse down? why am i weak?
selfish? endings and beginnings. leaving and coming home. going and returning. one minute happy, the next minute sad. one minute confident, the next minute scared.
one minutes that never get past twos. hiding, trying, falling, searching again. i'm tired. i'm angry. i'm broken. i, me, her, she, saya.
empty. nothing. fallen. small. 
