I remember when my mom used to brush my hair every night before sleep. She always would tell a story, but every night different and new. For a long time, I thought that these stories were from books. I was wrong so wrong, all these stories were her’s. It’s sad because I found that it was her’s when I have grown bigger and tried to find them, but in the end, there was no result. I cried a lot, it was like a memory block or something because I couldn’t remember any of my mom told tales, stories, anything. It disappeared… At that moment I thought that I will never get the chance to feel those warm words wrapping me up.
One day I started to dream. to dream again. It was like a miracle because I didn’t dream for a long time. And that dream was one of the many stories my mom told me and I really want to share these stories with you. So will you listen?
Hi there ^^! So this is like a prolog to my (I don’t really know how to call it 😀 hehe) new series maybe?? okay whatever 😀 so yeah, actually I don’t remember what kind of stories my mom told me when I was a kid, but mostly I think it were from books. I will post my own stories I told to my little sister and the night sky when I felt inspired and yeah, so enjoy!
Love and appreciate everyone who reads my “Something” ^^!
P.s. If you see any mistakes, I’m sorry because I’m not good in English 😀
Let’s write a story
Where won’t be no glory
No love, no praise, no worries
Where mind can’t kill
Can’t slaughter, can’t make it painful
Where dream and reality have no lines
No walls, no distances, no lost roads
And maybe you can choose the end
The last sentence, the last word…
So can we start?
I became the sky you dreamed of
I became the road you walked on
I became the warmth you sought for
I became the air you breathed of
I became the rain you craved of
Just to be with you, just to please you…
There are so many different mirrors of you
I can’t seem to find which one is the real you…
So I asked myself again
If I feel okay?
And you know what I answered?
I just didn’t answer at all
And you know why?
Because the answer was here
I became nothing
I was so caught up with this idea
That I am something
Something unique, something good enough, something to be proud of
I was wrong, wrong again….
And still, I kept doing everything I can that will prove my mistake
But no, all I needed all along was just
Being left alone
I became nothing
I BECAME THE WORD – ALONE
Like a little creep, I hide myself in the deep
Where no man has ever been, where no light has ever seen
When two different worlds collide
My consciousness is trapped inside
They say there is no need for help
Cause your time here has come to the end…
She kills because she needs to. The killings are her expression of art. She doesn’t think that anybody can understand her because the way she kills is the way she lives…
It started on January 15th. Her first kill. There was no screams, no blood, just she and her art. She took a blue pill, the only thing she takes nowadays. All the things, all the memories of past fade away.
And now she is ALIVE.
To be continued…
P.s. sorry for mistakes I’m not good in English.
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