Walking in those damned streets knowing that I'm a complete stranger to my own self while lurking around those cold and silent streets makes me feel like this is where I belong even though I feel I have failed in some way that my blazed heart has been extinguished by my own self in the search of the purpose of why are the days still going on? Is it the mere reason to live or am I just took scared to end this chapter. Now that I see fall has come, but what does it indicate?
