Thoughts before the weekend when I used to be sad all the time.

 I figured I had to write a farewell note to no one in particular as death takes a hold around those that once made the world as I knew it, as death takes a hold on me that way, 

I dreamt of a younger girl with a face like the one who brought an anime to live...

That's who I'm going to wait for, to search for, that's where this is gonna go.

But right now there is no one holding that place, the lists and that stuff it all crumbled down to nothing and it's fine.

I'd need to work on myself but I don't really know how. I feel lost not because of what happened on the first third of the past month but rather I was lost before, the moment I couldn't keep the deadline that meant something. The moment that broke.

Other things remain

Now I know of things that are probably not going to happen, roads that I cannot follow...

I would have loved them maybe. I cannot tell why I had not the strenght to proceed with that. 

Is the last train going home?

How am I gonna use the gifts that I have left? They are some. 

Why am I doing this?