play

Several nights passed by…with the intimacy talkings, close-ups, and electricity drawings. Most transient, yet very satisfying. Even the afterwards questionnaire for the promising moments were something, some might say. Well some might think whatever, while I,myself, once believed all the temporariness exposing an anti-reflective layer of mind, causes the day after regrets. Proposing a makebelieving should not be accepted like inevitable animals.
What will happen afterwards?
Regardless of what some say, we have to stop crucifying self obligative feelings.
After some time, I implied many words like a freaking run-away, yet no one get involved to make me feel understood.
After some more time, I got tired of waiting for any of them, and reverted.
Then there was a plain nothing. A captivity, inside of an abusing hole.
As I realized, I was cycling around the same wheel all the time, nothings changed. Not a proper enlightenment, no, nothing.
I continue as if I sleep over it.
I do the same once and once again. And once more.
The black clouds spread,and pain decorated itself once again,amazingly lovely.
It was hard to believe, how come such an ache would be such a temptress.
Cruelty over love is what your mind misread.
Because cruelty is capturing weak moments and love is a playground.