❝ I fell back into my own little universe, but even though it might seem like it at first, this universe is not fascinating or tragically beautiful. it's dark, it's lonely, it's cold, and the quiet suddenly sounds so unbelievably loud.
  I keep falling behind, trying to reach out, to find my way back into the world everyone else is living in, but I can't; it seems so close, but I'm drifting away with every day that's passing by, with every tear falling and every drop of blood.
  I reach out, trying to find anyone in this emptiness. sometimes, when I see people outside this universe, I want to cry for help and make my weak body and mind move one step forward, but it is always the same.
  I fall. I fall and get on my knees again and when they finally notice my shadow, they disappear as fast as they came.
  at this point, I am too tired to get up. I keep laying on the ground, drifting further away. at times, I still try running towards the light. but it fades away a little more with every day that's dying.
  I don't think I care any longer. I tried to feel, I tried to touch, I tried to run, I tried to fly, I tried.
  I tried but I never got to the place where I could be fearless. ❞