For centuries of silence pass. For every air getting more and more alive. For every molecules that’s waking up from a long sleep. For every bird chirping around the trees. For every waves striking through the shore. For all the restless nights.For everything I can feel. For every untold stories, and unforgivable lies.
There’s a lot of things going on inside my head that being alone is an excruciating torture.I never even realized I was heavily bruised.
To love is more like playing with a matchstick in the woods where everything is flammable. One mistake can make you burn but it doesn’t just burn you, it burns…