It does seem like a lot of things will be left behind if it all really ended. It facinates me how everyone will turn out. Where will they end up, living what sort of life, with who, in what way, success, glamour, happy or hell.

Often, loneliness strikes in the crowded spaces. The surrounding seems to be buzzing with energy and smiles, while one empty soul sinks deeper. It may be a one hell of a freakish thing to do, but sometimes I watch happy people as they move. I question myself what’s making them smile, what’s getting them through each day with such grace. It all seems too impossible, too surreal to be true.

I’m sorry for the way everything turned out.
I’m sorry I can’t do anything right anymore, let alone fix what’s already been done.
I’m sorry for all the pain, for not answering to your desperate pleas for help.
I’m sorry for the fact that you no longer get to see the beautiful sunlight.
I’m sorry I’ve become too weak to fight.

I’m sorry if this is how it all ends.
Perhaps the grass is greener on the other side, perhaps you can still watch the world down under, and smile for once, when something good happens.