It's not love. This is nothing like it. It's just a trick of time and you know it so, darling. This banal life make you feel your heart have eye and you joke around and tell people you want it to go blind. One day you wake up and you are thinking what to say and find a way to chase away the curse you yourself put upon your world. Your mind and words might not go together and as you lay in bed at night, things started to look a little transcedental: he left and the gap there was so big that you didn't have enough people to fill it. You tell yourself the long nights will end in the right way, daylight will show itself upon your window bashing you with hopes. That one face that appears uninvited in your thoughts may have lost his way somewhere and found a home in you so those pain he can't bear was stashed between your ribs. Maybe that made the man felt good. After that, he got to his next plan. He put your head inside his hands amd he hold them very hard with a vicious smile on his face. And

You've been to this place many times before but everytime you're here, the feeling is new. This is the kind of feelings you don't hope to end. Because this is when and where you remember that time your sun holding your hand. His beautiful home in you collapsed and he fell on his knee. Your skin leave thoughts hanging on your epidermis. Those bright veins in you, that thing got dark and you start wishing you talked to the girl with tears that lives next to your door whom always goes out on cold days. God, her dreams is gone but she never stop, she keeps going, keeps on hoping the sky will get better. Oh, her lips knew she would

In the past, mum told you to try hard and understand that broken feeling that attacked your nightmares. She said she had done it for years and that healing deep cuts takes time. Her fear was that it's gonna last forever because she felt like it was. Even her eyes told her that possibility. Here's the moment that never fails to make her happy. Everything blurred to black, the air is ****** out of her lungs as she thinks she's gonna sleep somewhere far tonight. Far

You are trying to decide what you wanted the best. It is hard to stay when no one cares and the sweet blood you're covered in was blue. Blue and cold. You're in a flashback and this is when you hate your mum because she is trying to put up your hair. In a few hours, when you walk down the aisle, her hair will be whiter that it is now. Believe her when she asked for help because she is running out of breath but you. You didn't listen. You were covering your ears. Now what

Turn back and find the faces that are lost in the room. This is what you've turned out to be

*An episode of spring dream.