life is just one big rehearsal for a play that will never take place. it is sad when people say that life is short and yet life decides to make it all into a big joke. in a blink of an eye, when we are left alone to face our own skeletons, we realise that what we want is never what we get. you have grown weary and spent. past comforts have all become nothing but a figment of the past. at the end of the day, you need a place where you can rest your soul upon. you need someone who will hold you quietly while you cry. but you never get what you want. so you continue on this journey, this rehearsal, till the day your limbs can no longer move, till the day when light grows dimmer and dimmer. till the day when oblivion engulfs you.

solace - where are you when i need you.

hold me.