an accident? an unfortunate event? does it matter? all living organisms still have to go through this.
    there were so many mistakes up until the last day, you were thinking maybe everybody is better off without you and by closing all your doors, prisoning yourself inside this teeny-tiny box, you thought you could be alright without anybody by your side or in your life.
    lonely faces in people that had been long hollowed inside. frightening graveyards. what have you earned besides the beauty in passing by?

—say goodbye, there are no more chances for wishes