This Obscurity Doesn't Frighten The Shit Out Of Me, We Both Are So Similar To Each Other, I'd Stare

I've been craving summer for decades the season where the heat compensates you for the loneliness of being human. Where the sun dares to descend lower and burn the miserable coffin, which mostly forgets its lost identity, being nothing more than human skin~

I’ve been blaming the mind for staying awake during our dreams, but oh God, seeing him after being gone is another form of compensation. He was here, touching me and staring deeply at me. For a fleeting moment, I could be with him, and what a pleasure it was to be with the one I love the most. Then I was forced to return to this dimension, where he is no longer here. I woke up with the feeling that a part of me is missing... please bring him back..

August was full of happiness and sorrow. I touched the clouds and was buried underground. I laughed and cried, was reborn for the second time, and got killed endlessly. This summer can't be described with words it's more than a love story... it's about passion, desire, and farewell. If you’re wondering whether I survived it, I didn’t...I’m still buried underground and don't want to be found by anyone except him. Oh him !

I'd have thrown up my heart if it were possible, buried this helpless soul alive.. and burned this cruel body. So please tell me how a human being can get rid of himself without being personally involved. The obligation to feed this body every single day gets on my nerves. Your instinct dumb and stupid forces your entire existence to submit, with no way to rebel. You might get bold and throw yourself from the edge, but suddenly, without your permission, you'll find your body fighting for life. It's such a betrayal. I'm neither depressed nor suicidal. I only reclaim my right to be free. I was given free will yet a robotic body, so at the end of the day, you realize how trapped you are with no way out.

What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

You rejected that request and moved on with your life, according to you our story had already ended, life is simple, why would I make it complicated.

And in another life, I would find your tweet saying that maybe, in another life, I'll be your girl. As long as you take yourself with you through all the other lives, I will never be yours~

I visited hell once and screamed ur name until I fell apart, than I was reborn again and forgot that suffering still exists

For me you can't be a writer if you don't have the courage to say out loud the truth no matter how ugly it may appear.

Your name, as a sacred curse I've buried miles underground, having no idea that the minute I heard it aloud, the earth would aggressively tremble and spit the dead curse back to life.