There was something inside me that tickled. Something that held my breath for quite sometime. I couldn’t imagine where it had begun. And as it grew bigger, it demanded to be noticed. I was fighting a phantom i could not fathom.

Something that supposedly no longer exist inside me. Something i thought would not happen to me. I know it would come to me as i let the tiniest darkness slipped under my defence, because i thought at first it was harmless. I thought i was stronger that i would cast it away before it ruled over me. But now i figured i was wrong. I was too naive. I was too late.

Now everyday most likely became a shitty day no matter how gorgeously i started. This feeling attacked me when i was busy to give meaning to this life of mine. Unnoticed, it sneaked behind my back, stabbed me, and leave me bleed to death. I was left powerless to it’s cunning move. Repeteadly it did so, i began to lose my senses. Gradually i became numb.

There was nothing to hold on to. Fortunately this soul is a fighter. It held on to fight back no matter how hopeless it was. But how far would i travel without the slightest sense of getting my life back. Basically now i am just an empty vessel. I wonder how long would i survive ?