I woke up in the middle of the night. I knew I had been sleeping for hours, although I didn't even get to feel all that resting through my veins.
Don't you get frustrated when you do the right thing and still it doesn't seem enough?
I quickly got up and walked into the kitchen.
As empty as my heart.
I took a minute to appreciate what was around me. The walls were dyed in a white that made them glow as the moonlight hit them. The furniture silently shauted for decorations and pictures. The chair cried for people to sit on them. The fridge wanted to lure me into filling it with edibles.
That made me think of how sadly people tend to wander around, how sadly you try had in order to get rewarded and end up failing (over and over) how sadly people hit on other just to fill in emptiness for a short while?
I squinted and headed back to bed.
It's sad the fact that someone touches your heart whereas you don't get to touch his feets. People tell me not to underestimate myself. However, I'm constantly underestimated by them.
I threw myself to my dusty bed and fell asleep. Once more.
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Deep water
Short StoryWhat would you do if the world you've always known came crashing down? Would you stand up to it and try getting back to normal? Or would you accept the fact that nothing is returning to its senses? In that case, would you adapt yourself to a complet...
