The storm-clad monster we are all so cross with that we ultimately become one.
It’s sad how foolish the human heart can be. It’s sad how easy it is to break and how difficult it is to put your broken smithereens back together again.
It’s sad how illusive the human mind can be rendered.
It’s unfortunate almost.
And yet,despite heart-wrenching experiences,logic is hard to hold onto. It escapes like grains of sand only to anatomize your folly staring right back at you in the mirror. You grab onto false hope ever and ever again,till it escapes you,ripping your veins and draining your heart’s blood…
Till you make your next mistake.
It’s sad that this lush green earth is not so lush when you feel desolate.
I shall never be loved.
And it’s sad.