I wrote this poem in my last week in Kota. Shit. I’ve come a really long way from back then. Chronosphere is a place in space where everything seems to have stopped, even time. So, here it goes. As I sit here, watching the hands tick by, Listening to the birds, fill up the sky. Thoughts floating round my head, ricking back and forth in my bed. Emotions are rising, clouding my heart Yet another day, How on earth do I start ? The tears well up, but still never fall, I wish, I wish I was strong enought to end this all. :( As my mind monsters catch up, my heart fills with dread Why couldn’t I be someone else instead ?! Someone with a passion for this life we “live” Someone more than just hate to give. I try to think of How I got here. I tread a troubled track. My odds are stacked. How have I reached such a horrible place ? Where everything is just to scary to face. Is it just that I’m not born to this life ? Confusion, pain & sadness fill my heart. Maybe today-I hope- I’ll bring me my new fresh start.