I am afraid I have already reached the dead end. I have to learn to accept soon that I’m alone until my last breath.

My Time of Comfort

Our family doesn’t really turn festive during Christmas. We don’t set up Christmas trees, and we’re not the type to huddle around a cozy fireplace. But Christmas is still my favorite holiday because there are lights and people all around the city. I hate being around people, and I hate crowded places but for some

The world is as gray as an old film for eleven months every year. However, it always turns bright on the last month and she is blithe.

That Time of the Year

 

You may think I am stupid. But I keep quiet and I can know more than you do. I can see your soul in anguish behind that smiling face of yours.

Depending on strangers was what I do. But upon learning that the world doesn’t care, I am now trapped within my madness.