#sad soul
And I want to believe that I’m not mad. That being sad is only for sad people. I’m not like them? I’m worse. Crying here in my lonely world praying that the sun consumes my tears before nightfall - before what’s ugly in me keeps me awake, on edge, gasping the bitter darkness in this world which chokes me.
Néha mikor cigizés közbe kifújom a füstöt, olyan érzésem van mintha a lelkem fújnám ki.
ثُمّ قالتْ :
و عَاشا سَعيدين إلى الأَبد، و لكنْ بِشَكلٍ مُفتَرِق !
“النهاية”
أ.ي | ٣٠ مارس ٢٠٢٠
