What was I thinking? It wasn't right.
I knew I've been reading it all wrong.
I know even before that I would pay the consequences of every decisions I've made and I knew it will slowly kill me, that the guilt could lead me onto my dead end but I paid no attention because it made me crave something.
Something I knew I lacked of.
It feels so foreign, so new that I was in a pure bliss. Sure, it may be for a short while but the numbness of emptiness at the pit of my stomach, the rapid beating of my heart, I've heard and feel myself once again. The cries of my gut was there, every ounce of my body tingle from it. But the sparks in my eyes that sees dull in life came back, brighter than ever that it could shame the glittering stars at midnight. I feel so new and complete for a moment. The happiness was almost pleasuring that I can forget everything and everyone else. I could live with this.
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Tangled
PoetryIt's scary to have different perspective and beliefs with one another.
