Maybe this life will be a book someone will pick up and read someday.
About me, the sad lonely tragedy.
And it will be real. And raw.
And reveal what light never got to touch, and with delicate fingers it will turn the pages until it spins and spins around the darkness and envelopes itself around it and no distinction can be made. Until light is dark as dark is absent and absence brings lights and all is confusing because the human girl was too.
Read my story. Please. Read it.
YOU ARE READING
In Principio
Puisihello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.
