I can't find the time for my beloved ones though I want to give them so much. I get caught in the arduous pursuit of life. I devour time way too fast. Too many thoughts whirl in my head. Even love disappear crushed by tons of waste. Will it perish? Hopefully nor or I'll perish along. I'm caught in the trap of the everyday. I have no more strength to brake out of it. I'm waiting for the helpful hand I'll manage not to hurt.