Un-rhymed lines and broken heart stories. A poem made over grammar mistakes. Every words between every colors.
It suddenly feels normal to experience loneliness, which then I prefer it more. The cold room and the bitterness of life. Mixing it up and never letting go.
I don’t know how to dismantle the emptiness. The heavy atmosphere that surrounds me in a veil. My inability to do more, my throat that goes dry every time I try to speak.
These things, that suffocated you.
Will it ever go away?
There’s a rumor that The Queen’s Teardrop is now being sold on the black market. Price starts from 1.000.000 gold coins, an amount of price equals of a month of food supply for the Bottom Neighborhood.
You may ask what The Queen’s Teardrop actually is, but you will get a pretty blunt answer. The Queen’s Teardrop is actually The Queen’s tears in a glass drop. It’s widely known that a few months ago, The Princess suddenly run away with some Knight from a foreign country. Cannot contain the sadness and the sudden departure, The Queen has locked herself in the chamber and never stopped crying ever since.
The flickers and the sad guitar.
Today, I don’t think I remember anything more than the nothingness in the air
(5/7 of #7daysofblackandwhite)
I’ve never seen so much anger before.
Nor experiencing it for myself.
Something that is ready to explode and burn.
The guilt and confusedness.
The burden and the inability to stand up.
(4/7 of #7daysofblackandwhite)
