i have heard people speaking about happiness,
over the time,
I have seen people feeling it,
and regretting it.
Me,
I was more like fragile,
the brighter lights I saw,
believed was the universe,
the darker side I came across,
believed hell did exist,
then questions rolled over me,
what would be like heaven?
the delicate thoughts in me,
occupied the person inside from each veins,
the peaceful flow of the blood,
is more like,
knifes playing hide and seek in my skin,
it feels good at a time,
too good to keep a secret.
have you ever tried to hold your breath for 30 seconds?
try it,
the last minute of suffocation,
it feels the exact same!
Mashutzo Writes.
