Screwed up.
Few minutes passed and I found myself still looking at nothingness but mind’s completely into a deep search for the right words that could reflect my ideas and feelings well. I don’t know how it all happened that a minute ago, while I was still out there, word just came out of nowhere feeling the need to be written down but now that I found the perfect setting, in a blink of an eye, they’d gone out screwed up. And there I was hopelessly looking for ways to connect those symbols that somehow made me relieved if expressed properly. Well, I’m kind of screwed up too.
