The first thing I did when I got home alone ? I sat on my bed and wet my sheets. I wet my sheets just like a child. I had to learn, once again, how to breath, how to live, how to deal with life. I felt so weak, so damn broken deep inside. I wet my sheets, because I witnessed destruction. I figured out I'll have to keep going, I'll have to chin up. But my tears are still pouring; they would keep blurring my eyes, keep wetting my sheets.

Perhaps shall we ever be alone together.