promises of weaklings
to fall in love and refusing to let it sink in, to swallow pain after realizing what you had is now gone, and to live a life when you don't understand what life even carries... + these are the inner aches that could be list down just to name a few, the incurable and confusing blend of infinite strokes of blurred lines that turns into a matte sheet resembling a veil that bothers the vision of what's left of us to see. it consumes you wholly, or by the least makes you lose your balance. + i hate falling into this void of continuous numbness and paralysis, feeling so far from my own self. feeling as if i am there yet a part of me is elsewhere... or wishes to be somewhere else. + calculations of possibilities and what ifs becomes a side effect of this occurrence. tripping into somewhere that's much more worse than darkness. a place where you cant follow the light... not because of the lack of its existence... but more as if ...