To gain slight knowledge of u was just hard. Tried to mingle, but failed. The fall can’t even make me stand for what I believed anymore. Why am I standing for this. No idea!
It is like catching the chance, while it keeps running and just blurred all the virtual imaginations. Not just the imagination but hope. And the rhyme just took me back to the knowing of guilty that has laid like a rotten root but it just keeps growing spreading the hilarious bitter smells. I believe in forgiveness, but I don’t live it while I need it.
How it tortured and ripped the soul got that so stiff and numb. It can’t even move, blinded by the sorrow mixed with the guilt shaping the hatred. Self-hatred.
Finally… it is time.
Let go…
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