i'm always finding and simply, forging ways to encounter a reason. a reason to forget. a reason to exist. 

it was as if everytime the clock ticks i was limiting my life of any other without a second chance. as if something was telling me to reenact and discover the untold, just so we could differ, but i can't help but find a purpose to do so. 

pain scares me, reality, beliefs and thus, i don't know who or what to believe in anymore.