There really is
nothing like walking in the cold and rain after you've been heart-broken. Because of the great physical discomfort, you are most likely alone. And solitude is a great friend of yours when you're experiencing such bitter heartache. Soon enough, you are thoroughly drenched and feel justified when your tears run two rivulets--they soon mix with the vast ocean of water covering you, and you are left wondering whether you drowned in your own tears or Nature's. You don't know whether the sobbing or the wintriness started the violent shivering; all you know is that they helped produce the most severe trembling you've seen in your short, moot life. And when the sounds of bitterness leak out, little whimpers, the echoes of the great shouts from your torn soul, the sound of rain gladly drowns them out and hides your agony from the world. You find yourself helpless, wanting to thank Nature for always being there, for crying for you with great affection, for hiding your whimpers and tears. But thanks don't proceed from your lips; Nature is only nature. And the only thought repeatingly going through your mind is the scream echoing throughout all of your recent dreams: "
Sometimes the broken never heal."
You know, when the gods smile on us, we often underestimate it; when they frown on us, we often exaggerate it. But when they break our hearts--that's when we truly look at them, and just before we scream at them, or worse, spit in their faces, we see our own faces instead.
{kwoo§hie}* said...
1. i haven't heard the word 'moot' in ages.
2. "leak"
3. welcome back
4. take out the last sentence. naza3ta wle.
otherwise, top notch.
Adonis said...
For you, anything.
{kwoo§hie}* said...
wow niyyeli! =)
would you even do #4 again and leave the rest to mystery? 0=D!
{kwoo§hie}* said...
c'est magnifique!
{kwoo§hie}* said...