Wednesday, November 6, 2013


Stand still like a brave knight, holding sword like a villain, falling defeated like a duchess. Doesn't matter if you have the courage, the weapon, you will end up failing like an idiot in a dependence. A wasteful of efforts, flying memories, the sound of anger, the looks of confusion. Tears you are holding are meant to be poured. noisy roads full of vehicles driving on and on. silent room, dead dolls, and tiny mosquitos flying around, leaving you cornered. walking souls breaking in, the cornered self is blinded, paralyzed, with numb heart. Numb heart which is beating fast in exhaustion, suffocates the lungs dying, lack of air. Empty brain, forlorn. forlorn.

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