𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊.

   Perhaps it's the marks from the years that passed by or the stories that were left only partly explored, the words that we never got to say to each other or the bitter taste in our mouths when we last exchanged gazes. 

  Perhaps it's everything around me, just a fragment of my reality mixing with the other half of my imagination. But I struggle deeply to understand still the essance of existance when the intense emotions feel as if they burn through my veins, when they make my heart race rougher than what love does to it. It's the sinking feeling as if you're drowning but you're just floating on the surface, yet you still suffocate as if there wasn't enough air in this world in order to satisfy your hungry lungs and maintain you alive. 

Ah.. the pain. Who would've thought it has so many sensations? Almost like chocolate, you either get the one you like it's taste the most that turns it into an addiction or the one who makes you hate chocolate. I don't hate chocolate but I feel like I've had enough of it to know what it tastes like and maybe it wasn't the best quality but it was what fell in my hands at the time. Yet pain doesn't go away, yet pain is free and so complex and it makes me feel as if my heart is bleeding through it's shattered glass pieces, shedding silent, crimson tears on to the paper where I feel as if I'm writting my last and only will.