I've never asked myself about the one whom i always tend to write about. it's a bit hilarious to have so much passion to write about someone that doesn't really exist.
I don't know but what i know well that these rhetorical questions will keep ruining my mind till the end of time.
They think I'm insane when i tend to pass by people wishing to see your face and having a genuine faith that I'll recognise you.
It somehow relieves my pain, i feel something familiar when i write about him. It doesn't matter if it really made sense or not.
YOU ARE READING
Crowded
AcakIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
