Saturday, midnight.

You hate sleep. You hate this timelessness, this emptiness and vulnerability. You can't listen anymore, you've had enough. You are a prisoner of revenge. Revenge for those who were taken from you, for the life that was deprived of you. You can't scream, you can't cry. No one understands you. No one hears you. You are alone.

Leave everything that worries you. No one will come to help, will not pity or give an equivalent. Your justice is yourself, for the sake of the state that you so strive for. This world is arranged in such a way that the concept of yourself and movement comes from who you do not want to be, what you want. The world is a tragedy in which a new you can be born.

So embrace the darkness. Let it consume you. Let hatred become your essence. You are a leader of the flow, not a victim. Do not turn away. Your shadow is your true face.

If life is luck and timing, then you've lost a long time ago. But deep down you know you're different and you deserve more. That's why you feel this way. You have no more desires except one: to get what you want. Forget about fighting for someone else's recognition, love or acceptance. Forget about clawing out space for yourself. Now you're always restless, but you don't care about anything except yourself. You're focused, every failure or pain is just another blow to the face, which only makes you smile at the absurdity of pain. You wouldn't stand blindfold, and you'd rather burn yourself to ashes than leave it. You're torn, but you'll tear yourself up again and again until you find what truly matters. Fall in the abyss to feel your holding breath, then waves will catch your trail.