But who am I writing all this for? Nobody knows this world of me? for who? I guess just myself...its another failed attempt of trying to be what I once was.
You have left a clue, through which, any one can approach to your hidden world, but, I, have created a dark corner and a horror tunnel to approach there, even for me, where each and every pace bleeds with the steps taken to reach, where there are her memories, her smiles, her words, her anger and love, her Ideal Existence and Clear Imaginations. But, I regularly, walk through that tunnel to enjoy the wounds I get and smell the blood I shed.
You have left a clue, through which, any one can approach to your hidden world, but, I, have created a dark corner and a horror tunnel to approach there, even for me, where each and every pace bleeds with the steps taken to reach, where there are her memories, her smiles, her words, her anger and love, her Ideal Existence and Clear Imaginations.
ReplyDeleteBut, I regularly, walk through that tunnel to enjoy the wounds I get and smell the blood I shed.