The last Passenger

..i wish you would have left me there. lying on the street. my thoughts scattered like broken glass around me. patientally, i'd be waiting for the rain to wash that memory away. now, my bones won't follow my will. the connection is lost. useless.

a critical stare towards an unmerciful reflektion.

and of little consequence.

though, rumour has it that there is still hope for things once lost.