By: p.a. LEX
I apologize to those that sought for a happy ending in this story. I was also fooled into believing that uplifting events would eventually happen in these pages-yet every page I turn there would somehow be bitter melancholy. Brief encounters with smiles and laughters does not certain happiness, and yet I was deluded to this great lie. I was forlorn to the idea of merriment that I would latch myself in the fabricated rapture.
This story is an eternal woe, that every page seems heavier to turn-and words appear to be floating in the air of dismay. This is the kind of story that you just want to end and forget. And that was what I felt about my life. A story that needs to be ended and to be forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
Pages of Despondence
Thơ caA batch of poetries and short stories for the broken. You may portray it in any way you want. Most of my works are for the abused, scorned and rejected.
