Messy State
Everything seems does not look fit nor good in your eyes. Your headspace is full with spider webs that unable one self to think orderly. Everything looks wrong to you and the worst part is that you don’t know what exactly you want or to achieve.
Misery put us in the bone fine, making you crackle and rattle which is a music in their ears. You tried our best to override the feeling but your gut keep on holding to it; as it does know something bad is going to happen.
Demise the thoughts with pseudo memories and the smile of your love ones does rise the hope and keeping the sun from set to oblivion. But as long there is a vague assured, insecurity will create fine cracks and there would be a duct of tears ready to burst.
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