A lot of black space

 It’s 2.36 AM midnight, Cold wind injecting my skin and touching the cells. I feel very cold but my heart is aching, I feel the hollow space, I feel alienated.

I have love for materials be it a cloth to camera, but at my age I don’t cry longer if any of these apparatus gets malfunctioned.

I mourn for the loss of my older version - my child version who found an ecosystem equipped with love, care and affection.

Today in this cold weather, I felt heavy pain. I felt a loss. I felt so bad that I started writing and I know that it’s a raw content because I am not sitting with the pain. 

I sometimes feel like crying but then I don’t.

I don’t know why.

I just feel sad. 

Bye.