7 Apr 2013


this has been a long pause. a prolonged pregnant pause. a red polyester sheet covered on the wounds. hiding them. making them worse. this has been a long night. a severe night. realising that the emptiness would remain, forever. this has been the night of the truth. a long prolonged prelude to a long overdue finale, finally reaches its ultimate destination. it is just the silence of the death now. it is just the end now. 


  1. let all your worries be dead by dawn, I know tomorrow is a better day


  2. and in darkness, we find out haven.

  3. So beautiful, so prematurely ended by your, what, laziness to keep writing? It is just not the end, yet..