so i'm gonna take the last try. I'm gonna go out and hope to see the source of all these endless wonders, and dreams. I hope to see the source of this enigma that's been running into my sub-consciousness, the reason why all the good times had to end. I may be doing this mistake over and over again but believe me, i just couldn't stop. My mind is killing me. My feelings are making it worse.
The source had its mistake too. His mistake was worst than mine. Words for me are precious however they are delivered. I could not last a day without thinking what one has relayed to me. And with that source's word...I mean, words, I could not last a minute without thinking of it over and over again. The source's simplest words could move a mountain. And that's why I hate myself for this habit.
If you only knew how bitter I look while my thoughts are killing me. If you only knew how I changed for everyone, how I turned my smile into an unexplainable frown,which I don't like but I can't help.
I'll be outside today, near the place where you relayed the message to me at 10:09 on that fateful night, which changed it all.
If I will not see the source, then I'll be sad, but I'll be doing my best to get back, and wait again for another century or so 'till i have the hint that it'll come back. But, it's ok. I'll be alright (i hope).
I'm hoping to see you then.
