Tuesday, February 7 @12:31 AM
A room with four walls. Pitched-dark. Nothing in sight. My eyes were blinded by nothing at all. I thought my soul was completely lost in darkness. A patch of black was all i see. I seeked for serenity. Imagine a big field filled with flowers dancing with the strong breezy wind. With the rays of little lights that brighten up the place with hues so vividly clear.
With a little excessive romanticism which could set a spirit free. Threholds of passion, the undesirable fatal attraction. It wont hurt abit cause all the numb one's feel is incomparible to thoughts of the heart. Passion, the simple game with nothing but acts in the realistic world. It's sacrifical. A fraud never counted for. not a facade.
Staying a distance just shows that it's rather one than a two-sided coin.