I ran, I kept running from every question that came my way, Chaos, Mess, Mistakes, Assumptions- I kept running. I kept running. All I needed was to open up they say. Drenched in my own thoughts, Right or wrong ~ pain or cure doesn't matter now, My pen bleeds what I envisage. I see it's nothing, just empty. Empty as if Im full of nothingness, Crying as if I've lost all emotions, Shouting as if I don't know how to whisper, Dying as if I've died before. fictional. Long time no see?