I searched the usual haunts for the people I know, but somehow they always seemed to evade me. This bright world with its sinister innocent appearance is beyond the realms of being dealt with.

The words are rarely said, but then, they rarely need to be. Polite people always try to be polite, but somewhere along the lines, the halfhearted attempt can be seen through.

That false sleep shone through again. Was I supposed to not pretend and let the true colours shine?

Escape. Help. Now.

ps. I miss you.