This is a book of description. Welcome! This is a project I wanted to do for a while since people say I'm good a pointing out the unthinkable. So dear readers don't worry to much it's not a book, it's like pictures from a camera drawn out by words i...
....... There are emotions in this world we can't explain.... Some people term it as otherworldly but really what exactly is "world"... A person? A thing? A passion I don't know.... All I know is that it's a feeling I get when I'm with it. This pressure I feel in my head when I'm asked to do something its magical. The way people look at stars and realize its beauty for the first time.
But...I don't know if I can anymore... I'm just so little and large at the same time that its starting to get confusing... Suddenly there is this minute when I'm like really thinking that this is eternity and all the lifes should just stop... Stop fighting Stop trying Stop forcing the energy out and just cave in you know.
And then there is this one unusual second inside this holy minute when it feels like everything is speeding off so fast that I can barely catch it....and no I don't catch it I don't feel it...I don't know anymore...
And then comes the sharp pain of guilt disappointment and regrets It's like if I a shaky imperfect breath for a while my life will get over..
But truly it hasn't even begin yet... It's so rare though when I actually feel like looking up at the bright sun just to confirm that it's there and we are the ones who build a blinder over the ceiling to slightly modified the edgy life that engulfs us...
And then comes the last of all the shreds Envy. Its something that I feel too much nowadays I feel so disgusted with myself when I start judging people all of a sudden no questions no acts no drama... it's just like I'm walking on the road and the person in front of me like A contest volunteer
just someone I'll judge
I'll judge there life choices their love life their sympathies i I don't really know why... I won't tell them...I won't tell anyone I can't think outside the box because there is no box There is just you And me in a trance In a relationship like skies and seas N illusion that I created myself just to keep away Just to get away from.... But the thing is I don't know what
I'm the author to this story but I truly do not know.... anything and you know what let's just take a chance here...
Let's just stop there And just feel Something... Maybe jealousy or hate or emptiness because I created this book for pictures So I'll paint myself
merry Christmas this Christmas I gift you my dying feels Yes I'm that shitty friend that gives u feels u know what I mean lol ..
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