mr suan rants on.

I stare at the world through a window; it is not real to me.

These little moments I have out here are precious, yet spent to discover that what I have lost. How does one hold on to little specks of sand that wait for the next gap in your fingers to escape?

I worry to think that all is lost. I try not to. Yet, what is the assurance otherwise?

I don't know what this feeling is, but it's not a nice one.. I need a break.