The word "belief" is such a weird word, people are influenced by things that surpassed them, they try to do things that are not appropriate for them and believe in superstitions. Life goes around, being a cycle, from birth to death.
Death is a dark horse, one can never see it coming, it has no odor, no taste. It constantly scares me; I feel it coming close to me. I feel constrained to talk to someone I trust. I found it difficult to trust people.
Trust lies between life and death, one can't rely on oneself, deciding when one gets to live or die. I can't trust no one concerning living or dying. The creation of life is unknown, superiority that surpasses all living things assembled everything inch by inch, creating the whole system which exists to be discovered and exhibited.
Filled with terror, a bunch of Pegasus, bitter with little sugar, the darkness always finds its ways somehow and haunts the innocence. I cracked and encrypt feelings, buried emotions, despites, it crawls back, and torments me.
The ephemeral peace after the buried sessions, which I expected to last longer, makes me question the worth of it, or shall I face it and let it flow.
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Weird Inspirations
Short StoryThe content contains short paragraphs which I wrote over years on the different feelings and experience of life I had and inspirations out of nowhere.
