Regretful isolation.

Picked the roses in the dark
The river of tears
Hidden memories
Staying away

It supposed to be a just a phase.

A sudden lost in direction
Back to the starting point
Maybe, it's not sudden
Maybe it's all along, walking in circles

The choice to abandon everything.

Photos, comments, doodles in lecture notes
Mind's far away
The emptiness within
This familiarity - the sound of pain

Friend, it's been long since we met.