I was so sure today that I had my pencil box with me and that I have lost it, before I was made aware of its possible alternate existence...

Time was an illusion and space was just the corner of my bed in my dank room.

I stretch my arm out, Creating multiple waves in the air, an almost half-hearted goodbye to the good-old times

Our lungs are charred by the fire that fills our hearts, the fire of temptation, the fire of envy, the fire of hatred, the fire of lust