Getting near water seems to be a good way to soothe.
Most of the time I forget to look around and feel all that are still around.
I want so much to grasp the apple in my eyes.
Every time there is only one apple.
But there is more than one time.
It feels... not right.
I'm not good at projecting the loss.
I'm overestimating my tolerance of letting loose my apple once again.
Tell me it's a dream.
Tell me it's a mistake.
Tell me it's the best out of the circumstances.
Tell me it's purely impulse thoughts, accompanied by impulsive acts.
Everything seems right.
I feel like an outcast of my life,
being so incompatible with all the happiness and blessings around me.
I've grown accustomed to it, no matter how wrong it is.
Your presence--
calms down the worst storm in my life;
also stirs up the fiercest storm in my mind.
Posted at 12:49 am by Rabbitebbee
