I know the sky falls down everyday.
The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and reds and yellows and oranges into the world.
A million leaves from a hundred different branches dip in the wind, fluttering with the false promise of flight.
The gust catches their withered wings only to force them downward, forgotten, left to be trampled by humans going about their everyday life.
No one gives them a second thought.
Just like people read books and never spare a minute of mind to think;
what do you think the character feels about this?
Nobody thinks. Nobody cares.
I’m not worth to think of.
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The Written
Fantasy"I'm nothing. Just a figment of her imagination. A paper character.A written...." We all read books but has anyone ever wondered about the lives of the characters? Tormented by a life that isn't even a life, this character who doesn't even posses a...
