I've been ultra senstive of late. I believe it must have been the accumulation of troubles & heartbreak, past & present culminating to the outcome of this broken soul. If only he had someone to share this moment with...
People everywhere offer the same piece of advice.
And even best friends get too busy with their lives or even judgemental towards my predicament.
I seek solitude. This house lacks any form of space especially with five other inhabitants roaming around, depriving me of time alone to reflect and cry. I need to cry. I have not been crying for awhile. I keep it all in...
I go silent, when the closest of friends say the wrong things.
My voice drowned. My heart shattered. My mind boggled.
He struggles up the winding staircase, inhaling and exhaling his breath for every step he climbs. Clenched in his hands is a silk handkerchief, stained. Its original off-white colour tainted with his bloody tears. On the fiftieth step, he peeps down below. A quick glance and he shuts his eyes tight, unwilling to succumb of his fright... Once on top he looks at the sunset. Oh what beautiful sight he thought. If only...
Anyone to bring him watch the Sunset... :(
Mimin's Missing:
My cousins.
Mimin's Praying For:
For glue. To piece up his shattered state.
