That some lightning electrified jelly fish inside keeps crawling running around
And only if you know, you’ll know it never stops ... until you’re breaking down, until you’re collapsing, until it gotta move to the new host.
I dont know when it will come out, it’s above my control.
And too many times, strangers see me crying, but they do nothing. It’s not their business. At first i was ashamed to cry in public place. But recently i learn that people dont care unless it’s their own shit.
The world does not stop for you. It always spins on. I realise this. And i know how unimportant i am if i just leave, if i’m gone, if i just disappear.
It is nothing.