Unfinished literature
I was about to resume something i thought that could really help or somehow could make me accept things smoothly. But i knew it would be delayed forever. I read an article, it made me really sick. Disappointments rushed into my veins and tortured every happy cells in there. I never expected that it could be that worst. I thought things beyond to what the universe really knew throughout those playful years. Made me feel betrayed and played by hands of wax figure i thought was true. Definitely, it’s not and would never ever be real. Now it has left me craving for reactive gas to spoil every single thing left to unfasten.
So maybe it isn’t worth confirming what we already know about people we understand so well.



