Longing for an affection,
which you certainly have no hope of receiving,
is the best,
and the worst thing in the world.
The best because,
no one has the authority
to break your heart into two,
not intentionally, at least.
And the worst because,
at some reclusive nights,
you become your own worst enemy,
the chaotic wars behind the heart and mind has no end.
There's just the floating.
You do not drown.
You do not swim.
It's just the floating,
and
nothing else.
YOU ARE READING
The Untold Stories.
Storie brevi// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
