Perustis Flamma

Last Monday

Life is an ever-churning storm. You can't control it. Hell, I've tried. I feel like I lost a piece of my soul. A hole in my heart. I will never be the same. Someone close to me I feel as though I've lost, yet found. And another whose eyes have settled upon mine with a kindness, again. And a torment and hell reopened for me to enjoy with all my heart. SO I ask you. Why? Why has my life turned from a creamy, foamy milk, to a grimy, chunky waste? What have I done that brought a gods wrath on to me? I always hate to pity myself. But right now, I've experienced my own hell.