As I sit and merge myself within the sand, I feel how the water is smoothly kissing me ashore and hitting against a big boulder in front of me. I watch the sun set and look at my side to see the main city of the country, and then I admire the beauty that the shades of the sun cut on the horizon. It is always the same horizon that holds our lives, and the sun that shines out love that we are born for. On the same shore we once sat on, I am now but all alone, not left out for you or broken to anyone, but alone for my darkness. How could you be a pure soul when you have the luck of the devil who was once an angel and got left out? I was the sun but you were a bat who woke up at night to enjoy my misery. You have shattered my dreams into tiny dust particles that you could only notice when the sun has been set and nothing was left but the same boulder I'm looking at. I know that you and I still walk the same streets, and pass by the same shore; we still exist but in graves. I search for lighters to feed me the heat I have given you, when all what you did was cut the air off me for your own please. I was a blue house of love I never got, and with the paint I never chose to have; blue, I had you. Yet every time I tried to paint something on you, it dried on quickly before even blending it on your skin. Like a sun flower, you plucked me out from the fields, piece by piece, for your own blindness you wanted me to lose my sight. And stupid I, have given you a whole sky of stars to fly in, but then, too, you disliked the coldness. What am I but a bubble of love that popped in the sea, for no one to know or no one to be; I am lost. And as I look at the same horizon that links me to you, I ask: What kind of a structure am I? A door covering holes burnt by your acidity with roses I watered. But then, what kind of a foundation is that? How could this loyalty he built to a destructive ruinous hope? And so, my fear has overtook me, not in my perspectives or books, but in the people like you. What was it that I lacked, is what you always wanted. As my heart skips a beat for it to take a break, I stand alone like a melted candle searching for people to light me up, but all what they do is burn me down again.
What is hope but a fail,
And what is love,
But an untreated wound,
Just like the heartaches
That come out of the blue
And the clouds that cover the sun
Every time it comes to shine
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Cursed Days
Mystery / ThrillerAn ordinary person who experiences new things in life, finding that aging up is not an easy thing to live and that we are bound to have conflicts that are created from our own soul. Yet there is one problem that faces this person in every experience...
