Creating memories…
Those tiny little moments you share with someone… what harm can it cause you?
That bitterness you feel at each turn you take…
The heartache… the longing, the damn MISSNG!
I burn slowly, shaking my head as if am shaking the thoughts out of It whenever I get that sting in my chest…
Some people smoke to let it all out
I read to forget… "Dracula" is under my pillow and lately I was reading few pages of it every now and then… but today I kept reading…
I read till I fell asleep, but when I woke up I felt empty... And still do
I don't want to do this anymore
I want to dive into beautiful thoughts, lift my soul up and become someone I used to know...
All I have now is some shattered dreams and a longing to an RPG game I used to play a lot..
I pull myself out...
and I won't fall in again...
"yaksaku"
