I promised my heart, the scars itching would never be bothered. I thought maybe one l will forget the love lost in the jungle. Alone with my thoughts crumbling the number 4 ringing in my heard listening to that Cici song, time moving with me stuck in the number 4. Can l really say am happy seeing you happy without me? Standing again, there humiliated never regretting. Ghosts haunting the blind man who mistakenly saw the light. Before 5, the 4th was enough for you. Into the 5th, the 4th was the breaking point for me. It was in the moment l lost my sanity l might say but i actually lost my everything in that moment!
a novel in the making