Wait, is something definitely boring. But the most sharp thing, is getting disappointed after a long wait. Like if the sea is roaring out... the wind is blowing... the rain is moaning, like if the whole world around me is crying.
Everybody's extremely bored... everybody screams; none rests! I feel an internal noise in my head. It never stops. Struggles followed by defeats. Then a fancy glory, fake laughter and yellow fading smiles. There is no lifeline, nor a spirit to relax me or even a hand to hold my arm gently when I'm about to fall.
Whenever I come back, I get broken... Whenever I smile, I get sadder ... My laughter demonstrates the pain. My hope, got broken on the edge of trust's bridge
My glory is simply a refraction.
I am on the harbors of life. I am nothing but a girl's corps, that has become a toy on her black memories' waves hands.