Mirage.
Shed tears, yet again. But could never figure out the reason, and is always thinking: what if? Perhaps the uncertainties of what-ifs are hitting hard. Most of the times, the uncertainties are being pushed away to be replaced by a mirage. Pretty sure mirage isn't real, but it seems like that is the only way to forget, and to continue functioning. Existing. Pretty harsh on anyone, this. But it feels like no words can be expressed, not enough gestures in the world to illustrate the gravity of the situation. Or maybe not so grave, but the toll on the mind, seems to be making this into really slow, excruciating death. That mirage is an escape for runaways. Reality is still there, making sure nobody forgets. It feels surreal sometimes, because the possibilities of what-ifs are pressing hard. What if this all a dream, and when you wake up, you don't even exist in the first place?