When I get there, I will cut off everything. I will untie the bond. I will dive deep, far away from the main land. I will run and keep running, until I reach the silver line. Until I can stand strong, until no one could stumble me down physically or internally. I will let the wind and sands wash away
The endless hopes
It takes time,
but its okay.
As long as all those things will slowly fade away and I will get back the old, missing me.
I will get back the old, missing me. Don’t worry.
When I get there, I will.