BLACK

Choices. You started out your day hoping that it wouldn’t be the same boring and lame day. Sometimes, the spoken words weren’t aligned with the thoughts of the callous beings. The astonishment of being the one who has the chance to change for the better or worse seems to make a person think that the life that has been given to him aren’t fair. Enough for him to feel the thirst of getting what he wants. Our needs can’t never be comprehended by our thoughts since we are all just a bunch of greedy humans who are so hypocrite that at the end of the day. The hypocrisy of the malicious being will be the ideas of the sinners. No matter on what year are you living, the attitudes will always determine the altitudes. Once upon in December, one wishes to be a better person, cliché. One wishes to leave their hometown for good, dreams. One wishes to at least live the life he wishes to have, delusional. When our delusions became our sights, that’s when you have fallen into the ideas of happiness. The world has shown the people of what they did. In the midst of darkness, came a person that was covered with shadows, eyes as dark as the night, aura as strong as pitch black, grasping for air, asking the saints for helps, chained by the expectations, ideas of being a well trained being of people, and stabbed by thousands of iced cold knives that pierced through his heart unable to escape from the pain, were being ignored insolently by the surroundings. Karma’s a bitch. A paradox, I have become. I cast a curse upon myself as if like I don’t have any choices in life. The pristine, serene, pure and innocent prince had thrown himself in the garden full with thick white roses, seeing the purity of the place the prince started to dance happily, unwilling to stop. The phase and steps he had taken is the ultimate sacrifices and the performances he made upon the darkness of the serenity. The song of the dolor lullaby started to fill the surroundings as the prince started to bleed himself by engulfing the intoxicating beauty of the roses and altogether he had turned the whole roses into red roses. He who hurt himself shall be cast into hell. Again, the hard works of a being will only be granted by the Supreme.