Thursday, 28 May 2020
A bubbling brook once teeming with life. Weaving words was second nature; a joy.
All that is left now is a trickle. Withered and dried up by the famine of reality. What can I revive when my heart is no longer there?
Perhaps, this is it. I have hit my limit.
“One moment, just for a moment. Everything stood still; and the only thing I could hear was the sound of your heartbeat.”
Lover of mooos, polar bears, domo-kun, kapibarasan & sumikko gurashi.
A simple & happy life
followed by
a quick & painless death.
(In the meantime,
not let thyself go to waste!)
“Politeness is just another form of deceit;
a carefully curated facade to mask one’s true underlying intentions.”
Example:
Kindly fuck off from my personal space.
© Miss Mysterious, 2010
(Gundam Guy)
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