Too much is happening, I want to run away. I really don’t think there is any reason for me to stay?
Death is around the corner, every place I look. Am I the Grimm Reaper? Seriously, I’m shook!
I didn’t think my thirties, would be my morbid years?! Sweat inducing calamities, and nightmarish fears.
Maybe if I pack my bags and go very far away, my people and their loved ones will live to see an other day?