They said that happiness are created and not found. But the moment these happiness are created, they are destroyed on the palm of your hands. And those of whom you wanted to share it, lived far enough away to deem these little happiness less than the moment you've finished it. They are no longer happiness; they are now little distractions. ───※ ·❆· ※─── Of Prayers and Curses is a collection of poetries written by The Nocturnal Pig in the midst of mental chaos. As long as there are updates, the writer still lives. ───※ ·❆· ※─── p.s. seek help as well.All Rights Reserved