•Nostalgia

I always want to escape from the pain, as if I already barely cling to reality. I blast the music to silence the loud noises, I used substances that makes me want to live like I'm on cloud 9. We all want something to escape from, yet through all of these routes, my cold and shaking hands has yet to find warmth, in the midst of chaos I yet to find peace.

Can you tell me where I went wrong in the past? Where the future leads me to? Or what lesson the present wants me to learn?

I lost track of all time ever since I shone myself away from the city life. I'm not tired, content or very happy with the things I have lived with. Death comes knocking earlier than expected. Times up as he holds the gate to the afterlife.

I may not be the brightest old man, but deep within these mistakes, I still hold my morals. I raise my liquor with half of my eyes barely opened. I pulled death close as I stared into its meaningless, void eyes. It removes its hood, to only reveal a young adolescent self, ever so-clueless and scared. I whispered to plead.
"Don't make the same mistake as I did."