He was like the sun, and I thought I was meant to orbit around him but never get close or else I’d burn.
But he proved with actions more than words how much I’m an integral part of his life; how, like me, he can barely function if I’m not there.
I face her, and for a moment, she looks so radiant, so fucking beautiful, pain explodes in the useless organ tucked behind my rib cage. An organ she poked, provoked, and breathed life into, now it seems to only beat in her presence.
Çoğunlukla istediğimiz yanıtlar oracıkta duruyor, ancak onlara ışık tutup açığa çıkarmak için doğru soruları sormuyoruz. Bunun yerine, gereksiz sorular ya da daha da beteri bizi güçsüzleştiren sorular soruyoruz.
The nature seems nice in this cruel life
Reflects the beauty of whom still survives
You do not write your life with words, the monster said. You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.
