I hear his voice every day. I wonder how he gets all his strength to face his daily battles. He goes around and around trying to find that comfortable place when his memories no longer hurt.

I feel him here. I feel the same. This ordinary pain and yet when I think about the gravity it will drive me insane. Some don't deserve to occupy a space while others do and lasts for a lifetime even you only meet once or twice.

There's a lot of mysteries. And each day, a thing or two pronounce its existence. Even when you're tired of fighting you have to, there's nothing else you can do.