The fog has been surrounding all day long. Was that because of those dead thoughts? Or the other way round?
Fog is my home.
But finally I've come to realize that hope only brings suffer. Without hope there is nothing to fight for, just emptiness. And this fog. I was sure to have lost everything. I was so sure to be left alone once again. Why... Why is that past always hunting me..? Why?!
The price, right? But what if...

What if happiness is something we don't deserve? Because we've been already given a chance to live. Without any sacrifices. And all the time and pain is not the price for the future... But only for this chance...

The distance... The time... The space... What's it all for?
And even now, I can't get rid of those feelings. Like being manipulated! I'm a psycho..! Was it all planned before?
I'm starving of tenderness and care... Want to feel love... It's not enough just to know that! It's not enough... Words, and touch, and kisses, and tears... Don't you need it? Don't you care about it? Is it all right with you just to ..dream.. about love?!

Leave the dreams for the dead.
Please.
Because we are alive.
And we love.

@music: Linkin Park - My December
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