enough.please

will u still be there for me.in time to come?
how mani ppl so often ask that question


in the deadness of the night.
pages from a processed dead tree lies upon the hard cold colourless table.
she flipped the pages desperately.wanting to find that nicht.
her stomach was queasy.so wanted to let everything that was inside out.
brain juice..were slowly drying up.exhausting.
words flying across an empty vision.
enter the room of test when u have nothing to match up?
worry lines seem so much more evident now.



i dun believe in fairytales.