Currently, life's good I guess. I don't really have anything to complain about(other than the only thing I do complain about). I mean have good grades(for now) and for some reason my father seems more approachable now. So, I guess I should enjoy while things last.
It's being a while. Things have changed every since, but somethings just seems to stay the same. Feeling seems kind of new, but I know it is the same feeling just with a hint of distance. Time has eroded the memory of the dreams I had, now it seems to be just an unfinished puzzle. I missed my chance, only to understand that its all destiny. Even if I had spotted you in the darkness, fate will eventually bring us about. Hope is just an intoxicating drug which just seems to be the reverse of painkillers.
Wind blows at my face guiding alone the invisible tears down my path of sorrow. Slowly, drowning my sadness. All that's left is all colourless, washed out from my treasure trove. Now, all colour seems inviting, yet are they pure and permanent? Lost on this winding road back to reality, the candy houses are at times just too tempting. Even if there were no witch in there, it would be a miracle if I decided to step in.
But, maybe I might, for all that is ahead is just a blur. Slowly, only will the focus come into visual. Locking down on the targets, ready to fire. Anticipating the explosion that would follow, the excitement that would be felt. The feeling of adrenaline rushing all over just thinking about it.
But, wait...these are all not real...right? No...these are all not real...They are...just not right...
Then, what is right?
Wind blows at my face guiding alone the invisible tears down my path of sorrow. Slowly, drowning my sadness. All that's left is all colourless, washed out from my treasure trove. Now, all colour seems inviting, yet are they pure and permanent? Lost on this winding road back to reality, the candy houses are at times just too tempting. Even if there were no witch in there, it would be a miracle if I decided to step in.
But, maybe I might, for all that is ahead is just a blur. Slowly, only will the focus come into visual. Locking down on the targets, ready to fire. Anticipating the explosion that would follow, the excitement that would be felt. The feeling of adrenaline rushing all over just thinking about it.
But, wait...these are all not real...right? No...these are all not real...They are...just not right...
Then, what is right?
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