My eyes are locked to the cold bottle beside me.

"Poison", it says.

They know the absolute rule:

Don't get near it.

But I'm not most people. I'm pretty much the abnormal ones.

So I touch it.

A poison with huge impact to my sanity, something I don't know

My silly little brain started to do what I find as the most disturbing thing I've ever experienced.

Reminiscing the old days.

Those "I hate you"s that haunted me every morning every night.

Those I hope I'm dead"s thoughts that disturbed my every step to the sun.

But I guess I will see no sun after all.

The sun, it was created to make them bloom.

It wasn't for the gloom.