Over a year has passed. People keep growing older, but not wiser.
Not sure if I'm still the same, is it the world to blame? Who once was filled of laughs, replaced with plain impassivity.
Morbid realities slither in, consuming what was once a place of warmth and joy.
The cold frost takes over begging me to come back to the way I was, the one I used to be.
But I can never be the same again, not when everything around me is so different.