I've spent the last 2 years trying to create the right ambience, atmosphere to life. Which, recently, i've realised that i managed to do so.
Two years of work. I spent two years thinking about it, wishing i had it, hoping that it would last.
What i've created is about to come to an end.
Without realising it, it was there. Soon after, it's going away.
This is one topic i would not go into details with, for doing so may upset the very few.....or not.
Surges of emotions of disappointments with a hint of betrayal.
"Lose what you create" can make no one comfortable.
Work on a project, complete it, destroy it, start over.
Life itself goes on no matter what.
Cursed to cry in a different language.
Doomed to walk the aftermath.
Friends of pleasure, seeked by sorrow.
An invisible book thay lay wide open.
About Me
- NeoWakko
- Words can help us grow, Like horse piss help trees. (Wonderfully btw)
1 comment:
Out by Natsuo Kirino is a book that define woman to woman relationship up to another level. As one of the review comment said "perverse feminism". It also potrays of what would happen if one lets the desire for materialstic freedom gets to the head. How far would one really go to achieve this. Violence in a quiet manner proves to be even more deadlier. When loneliness grips us to who do we really turn to.
BTW, you don't really want me to narrate the whole story here do you? I can't say I truly liked it (because it spooked me a bit) but it certainly IS something else. Read it if you got time.
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