Does it hurt?
When everything you believe in shatters.
I tried to be hopeful
I wasn't desperate or anything of the sort
I was just silently wishing that it must be it
No, it wasn't
It never will be.
I was only a guide, a friend
Something that the vine can hold on to until it grows higher and higher reaching the sun
Its tendrils may be attached to me but I will soon be replaced
A stronger structure would take my place
And maybe just maybe, that vine would be no more
It might evolve into a sturdy plant that can grow on its own, without me
*sighs*
Another wishful thinking good thing I stopped before it got worse
A stick can stand on its own anyway
Only if its bottom is firmly planted on the ground
Who knows?
It might develop some roots and turn to a plant itself
. . .
Life does go on
One's remains might be a way for others to live
. . .
My course is a study of life
I'm even applying it in my existence
I hope, I wish again that these theories will give me some answer on how to go on
*sigh*
White Goth?
Yes, I think I am
A optimistic pessimist
If ever there was such a thing, it is I.
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