Collection of My Mini Works

in truth...

Your words hold empty meanings. You may be filled with confidence, but your touch is cold, and your eyes are hollow.
You lack ambition. You lack inspiration. You lack the common intelligence that is apparently senseless to common people.
I am disappointed. So with that, I'll say farewell. The wind will take your hand, while the ground will hold my feet. The ignorance of your fantasy is not the world I'm meant to live.