Transition failure.

Seconds seems so long. It would turn into minutes, then it would turn into hours, eventually it would be days. Before you know it, it has been months. Long months. Long sleepless, tired nights. Enduring the sad nights, you realize one thing - nothing changes. Stuck and there's no turning back, yet no looking forward. Stuck and helpless. Helpless and alone. Alone and sad. Sad and empty. Good as dead.

Seeking the light. Wanting the transition. Failure to move forward is hard. These are the quiet things that no one ever knows. Wanting to be dead is not on the system anymore. You've felt things worse than death itself.
But I've never been so alone. And I've never been so alive.


I lie for only you. And I lie well.