Melancholy Post

She ran through the wind, I don’t know where the hell her head is pointing out, even her eyes as blank as the paper without any stain, you can’t predict what the hell she is going to do or knowing any ulterior motive of her own decision, it seems that everything that been going through the earth doesn’t compare to everything she thinks about. The world that you seems cold, feels tasteful to her

The complete trance feeling of my heart and soul feeling through the bone, chills running over it with the intense feeling of regret, but never met the condition of getting physical trance of listening upon this piece, gem of classic and having fun with the reasoning of romance, feeling very absurd and disturbed with also faint hope of lurking the succeed in liking the relationship. The amount of burden to be carried on and passed is abundant and can’t be picked out from the flesh of those alike, laboring the self projection inside the voices of sea. Knowing the world would have ended, and the amity of person, a persona, taking the jack illusion, harboring the fruit, stuffing the clown, stuck deep to the knee, having the thought of lack of function, breed the greed, poultry by cruelty, wonder of boulder, marauder of queen, explicitness of effectiveness. Sometimes you can’t felt it if the bones are thickening. Is it the value of person and getting rigged with the nature of earth, or just the fate of human with the law of god, thinking about this stuff makes you a one human, but thinking about the things you eat next morning, makes you a number. Wait I have write this thing before. But where it is, anyway. If you are 1 digit - you are a person, 2 digit – makes you contribution, 3 digit – another helper, 4 digit – number, 5 digit – statistic, 6 digit – bullshit, I can’t think about it anymore, I don’t know what to have tho, anyway I have a class on 7 and half, probably this is my kind of wasting bullet, or triggering the inner bullshit. Idk what inner bullshit anyway, just In case you want to sue me over that, I can make sure idk what is that thing. Just another term of my bullshit

_{this is actually from 2019, but who cares. \ kinda work as a filler too}