You awakened by the nightmares in the morning as tired as tired as you slept yesterday. The day goes by without noticing the value of being awake. There is an empty space that can not be filled by the daily routines you set, you look at the possibilities of better outcomes but thoughts of the good times l had with you still haunt me. I look at the mirror and wonder what defect might have caused you to harass my soul in such a manner. Looking directly in to my soul, life is sucked right of my chest and positivity flies out through the window, right through my eyes emptiness beams from the inner self. Right when l was about to throw the towel, there came an angel with a cup filled with love and a ray of new hope, an inspiration for a better future with her arises the giant that had been slain in the domain of love. your life starts making sense and you past pains evaporate in heat of the new star rising in sky. You begin to anticipate going to...
a novel in the making