Who am I?
What is my purpose in life?
Those are questions I've been asking myself all my life, but never found the answer. I never had the chance, nor the strength to do so. I let all my friends do it in my place, I let them carry the burden I was supposed to carry on my own, and now they're gone, never to return. I miss them..
I can still hear their voices, calling out to me. I remember those happy days, when there was nothing troubling us, the world was our own to explore, together. However that was long ago, never more will I see those days, not at least in this life.
Still raining I see, but I guess it's no surprise. Haven't seen the