Melancholia at moments deprived of one. When someone asks,I try every inch of my rationality to splur all my reasons but i am left with none in fact. I am at the brink of pushing what's impossible to move but damn i still try. Hope i have more courage as I slowly feel burning out. If i may not be able to write again, I thank thee for the seconds guessing what all these means. For your curiosities without proper self regulations may lead you to what you've always avoided. I miss you. I miss the times you cared for me. If i can only go back in time. But i know i loved the moment but probably not the person. If the hope i have shared has drained me, let it be your strength and please i beg, PAY IT FORWARD.