How far this could go...the power of my fingertips...my voice and my heart...the look which people cant stand, or the anger of not letting you in...and it's me now, and all I can or can't do...and being alone has just amplified the scary part of it, reminding the coming bad days...and who cares...as nothing around is real, and we all are simmered in this fucking uncertainty and believe me, the pain is not only in the eyes of  the beholder!!