I picked it up in the sidewalk!
AS BLACK AS A CHARRED HEART
HERE’s the story written:
The Day has arrived.
And when it did, i felt my heart being shattered into a billion pieces, and my hands felt like ripping this diary apart. It was so heart-shattering that i felt myself falling down fron the highest heights of the sky to the lowest depths of the earth.
It was one of the hardest things that i have to accept in my life. Accepting it would mean that all my time, effort, and resources spent would be in vain, and i won’t accept it!
I couldn’t bring myself to cry over that, and all i could do is to crawl myself to one corner of the room and sit, looking up at the sky, asking, “WHY?”
I even wish that i could sleep it all away!
But i’m glad that i tried. That will not be in VAIN.
If i were to move forward, it would mean burning everything inside: memories, anecdotes, stories, and all. And for sure, what would be left of me would be…
A CHARRED HEART AS BLACK AS THE COLDEST DEPTHS OF MY DARK SOUL…ONE THAT WOULD NOT BE RESTORED ANYMORE…