Turning the lights off, I just layed down on the floor of the guest room as I choosed the sofa as my new bed and not the mattress with my whole family altogether. Incidents on that day were enough to prove me how one can go for anything just to prove you on the ground. More than a soul who can still breath and feel, I just felt as if I am one of the corpse hidden somewhere far from crowd just to hide someone's cause.
Who am I? A broken soul in front of this cruel world? No I am not! Or if still I am let's pretend being strong... Being "Anon" and finally being me! You see losing meaning of life...that's you,wasn't bothering much. I knows pretty well more than this a question bothered me.."Whom to belief ?" That day I just loosed meaning of trust.
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