It's fine. It was me. It is fine . It's not you. Thinking in deep. Where you live. Not here... It's fine. It's over anyway. Left in those boxes. Creeping away slowly. It's fine. Does it matter though? Thoughts unkept shuddering. Atleast you were here. It's fine. Somewhere. Where you still appear. Returning with joy I still crave. It's fine there. Where you reside. And I partake that place. It's fine. We can pretend. I can yearn the next day. It's fine. Now that I woke up. Everything returned crashing again.. And here. It's not fine. Cause it wasn't me.. It was you. -myth