Finale

Not yet have someone ever read through me, strip away my pathetic disguise and suffocate me in a non-existing hug. Bear my childish immaturity, burry me, bare foot, alone in the vast ocean of nothing and cry into the emptiness, echoing my anger, my rage, my thunderous heartbeat. This imaginary world I call home, a place that rains not stop and calms me down after getting tore into pieces of insignificant dust. I’m erased; nevertheless, I still do exist. They tried to kill me, but they failed. I have been removed and isolated into a small piece of land they own, with the stupid hierarchical structure that still remains as legacy, I couldn’t bear it anymore…

Who am I to say and judge what the world gets to be when I’m living in my own fantasies.

The final legacy of mine in the year of two-thousand-twenty-four they call it, one last sorrow and hollowness I’ll feel. Friendless, endless independency and one last call, one final laughter, one word that twisted my world forever.

I have no more and no other comments of positivity I could share; my terrible grammar grounds me to this darkness they call night sky where the rain stops and my hope shatters.

My final words, my final lust, my ultimate undying love,

Has striped away my body as well as my soul and I’ve made a deal with the devil.

Who am I to determine who I get to be.

12/31/24