It must be possible to live in this world for a couple of moments, I feel so alive between this chapter. It feels so real but reality is a harsh friend snapping me out of my reverie. Hoy nganong nindot kaayo mu musulat ba. Slow pacing ang story but far from being boring, keeping me engaged, not leaving any line unread, throwing be between past and present, aching for every flashback knowing the present mold a different memory like how could you do that, every lines doused with intricacies making me clearly picture the nature of what really happened relating to what can I accommodate in my mind. if only I can tattoo those lines inside my blood so they can circulate every fiber of my being.
