Through my dreams you shall see, the pain that I lurked, the things that I’ve seen, and never survived, lots of thorns wrapped around the vines of my heart, letting no one in, hardly anyone, but you, amongst all, could access, could embrace how ugly I was, how ugly I might’ve became, you could witness the monster that I hid, deeper in the will where water dried and sounds echo.
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Some people would wish for a good day to come, a moment of nirvana to surround them with peace and security – from all the burdens and all calamities. But some wouldn’t, as those days represent nothing but despair and frustration in the end, for them, good days are nothing but a gloat at all their fears and traumas, for them it doesn’t last long, hence, better absence than short visits.
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A raven in the crib, long has been petrified, longed for a witness, a cure and a tender breath to approach it, hence, lift the curse upon it perpetually. Some creatures were born to linger nowhere but graves, their timeline is short and the pain they leave behind lasts long, all the fragments those who loved them have are just evidences, evidences of their existence that didn’t extend much.
Under the surface of everything, shall lurk many screams and whispers, shall lurk treasures, corpses, faces and repressed wills and intentions, under the surface of a soil shall lurk a seed, growing a glow tree that never shines or blooms unless those who can see within things access around. Those who only have pure transparency.
“Regina, I know that your performance
wasn’t that good before which doesn’t make a bit of a difference…”
Students giggled loudly causing
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"You’re
not a delusional, you're special, and I trust your visions. In case I'm not
here anymore find my security bag and unlock it, be careful, no one knows you
will be coming here after my death. They will just inform you. Don't reveal
yourself, you always knew the password, never changed, and please my dear,
don't blame yourself for not contacting me as before I know you are busy and
I'm proud of your progress, I heard from the principal that your dorm was burnt
because of an electrical shock, I came to pick you up and consumed all my money
on the illegal immigration so I can come as soon as I can but you never saw
me...
The ghosts
will guide you at night with their lanterns
To many
offices, many dark places that were never accessed by anyone, autumn's rains
are giving you hints whereas they fall over the dust, to show you old scenes,
fingerprints, and to let you hear screams echoing everywhere
You're there
for more than revenge...
