Lovesick

09 | latibule

09

latibule

a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort

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They say when you go to hell, you relive your memories over and over.

Truth be told, missing is like hell. I feel that at the constant stopping of time and future, it's hot.

I've been reliving the memories we shared, even it was a distancial kind of affection.

Sleep was nowhere my ally, and even my heart was nowhere to be found.

What caused me pain so much was how our flowers became just plain when it was the colorful and artistic when we met. It was like a warm gust of wind in a frosted castle, with roses surrounded in a frozen wall.

Because the memories were golden and was carved with a chisel he so long built, I was crestfallen.

I know you might think I'm a fool and insane because of reliving and resounding each action we made, but isn't this we all long for?

For someone to be with us inspite our storms?

Maybe when I die, I'll go to heaven because i've spent my time in hell.