"I will keep knocking till your ears bleed and you tear me apart." [….click to read the full post]
"I have the power to turn scars into poetries. To turn tears into ink stains."
...because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
Words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear
This is the burning pits of hell.
There is no escape. There is none.
Close your eyes and melt.