So i have realized, the day i end my existence won't be so planned. It wouldn't be on a bad day either. Or during those few seconds of engulfing grief.

I have realized, i might just jump off of the rooftop i sat to clear my thoughts. Or take a shot of the alcohol in my drawer. 

It would be so random that i would probably have my hands in my pockets. I keep going through life only to long for death; the paradox could be life being the longest death. 

There's a violent storm, a ceaseless hurricane and an endless battle all co existing in this pit of darkness concealed within my frail existence. I will find my way out of here someday, but this morning i chose to enjoy this long bath in Dante's inferno.
          
                  ~Shifa ♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬