Wretched

A happy ending that deserves to be desired, but a sad ending occupies its own place in the recesses of the day. Joy is something that anyone should have, without exception. Meetings are all things that are never planned. We never know how this line will lead us to find it. The line of the kindness and badness has become a gift or assumption of misfortune. Desire and reality are not tied to each other, they walk each towards what is believed.

The bitterness at the end of every meeting leaves a trace of pain in a void. Emptiness and stillness unite in a mind that has no right to receive. Feelings are not to be blamed, feelings are present as a hope for the happiness or pain that will be received. The feelings that are stored, never seen, never read, never articulate. What a misfortune. The feeling of having a fate that is always the same, held in the heart. Either they will disappear or reside eternally in a soul that is unable to dare their heart to reach the most beautiful consequences or the deepest pain. As beautiful as the feeling of being deep within one's heart that one can not reach, is it the feeling of forgetting that the look in one's eyes is the noblest reflection of one's soul?