it's so outrageous how mind and feelings working together just to construct something that beyond your deserving,
and that's the starting of breaking point, the moment you realize that a person is not the same as you portray
beyond all this limitless imagination, you still thinking about something impossible.\
poor you
but that's the beauty on it, this imagination somehow can be a caffeine at night, ruining your might, can never sleep tight
or become a dopamine, a temporary blessings.
hurh, at least.
YOU ARE READING
Before The End
PoetryA boy with a thought that people change but writing remains. This is the story of me or maybe you too.
