That thought has crossed my mind more often... It seems that it almost convinces me that it perhaps the only way to appease this ache.
They say it is about being ready, but to me... it is about being keen or desperately want... When you want it desperately, that's the only thing that keeps replying in your mind...and you can just do it... Hell or heaven seem surreal because the only place you want to be at is anywhere but here...
Tears become the real bestfriend...ache become the regular heart's visitor...
Answers don't mean anything anymore when there are too many questions.
You ask to yourself if perhaps in a second, smile could paint your face and there is no more ache...but then life pulls you and brings you back to what's so called present.
Your eyes open but your lips still whisper:
I wish, I pray for no more ache.
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