Eliterate

It's been so long.

So long since I've last written a proper prose

So long since I've lifted a pen

So long since I've casted my eyes on someone without sin

So long since I was light

So long since I was happy.

It does not end, it still doesn't. The searing yet mind numbing pain bleeds irony all over my weathered soul

I speak of melancholy yet I do not deserve to speak of it. I'm too blessed.

With loving parents, a family to die for

With true friends, and of course those yahoos I call classmates. The lot of them, especially those who do not adhere to second chances.

One day.

One day, this will end. They will end.

as I begin now ...


- Sin