Life. A road with several lives going at the speed of light.
Zooming through. Rushing away with each breath.
Some carrying ton of bricks on the back, dragging their feet like a bear, but moving with the pace nonetheless. Others, with wings, flying to catch up with time.
Nobody waits for you when you fall, when you pick yourself up: no one is there to pat your back and say 'Well done.'
When life pushes hard, hard enough for your face to hit the wall, when you have no one to turn to, no one to rely on, no one to trust, you have to be the dark shadow, lurking in the corner. Out of anyone's reach.
You have to have a monster inside you with a loose tie, pacing around, seeing red with rage. A storm inside a storm. What a perfect mixture, isn't I? Perfect for me. It describes my life well, though. But only one difference. I don't let my monster out. It stays there building up blocks of black dark rage.
I think my life will always continue to exist in the dark shadow.
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Your Cureless Prince..
Short StoryHe walks a like dark shadow lurking around the corner. He is a destruction, a calamity, a caos with whirlpool of emotions. "You don't know me. I am a plague." He spat. A devious smirk grew on her face. "Then I am the cure."
