emerald glass

i can't help but feel as if i have forgotten something or tossed outsomething important like a lid of an ice cream tin without licking it.
when was the last time i looked ahead with genuine excitement?
i can't remember what it was like. fall in line. here, i'm just a number.
man, i never imagined the concept of how lonely being home would be.
i want to give up. i want to give up so bad. there's no point of adding
oil to a car without an engine. my tires are flat and my mind is exhausted.