watch as this very thing you have sought to seek and grip. grip it as hard as your own mind slams you into a wall and tells you all the things that you should hate about yourself, and you do. this very thing is what could stop that from happening again, but it seems like your brain is taunting you once more. yet, you're still gripping onto it, holding onto it oh so tightly. you think that at least i should let it linger longer, the smallest bit of innocent happiness.
you feel it slipping away, turning to sand as it goes through your fingers and escape your grip. you stares at your hand as if it betrayed you. maybe it did, or you were just mad at yourself for not being happy. it started as a wish and now it became a demand. you're doing this so you can fit in with others, being happy and normal.
it's another day.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
A child failing to write descriptively
Truyện NgắnI use this book, to practise writing descriptively :D pls critique, I want to kno PS: you can request ideas for me to write, would love the help :] (put it at the Author's Note of any chapter :D)
