The so-called nerve-racking letter

I can’t take it back. The pressure is really overwhelmed me but i’m trying to be fine with it. I start a riot within me while those purple smiles flying away. I need to finish this war inside my head and make peace with the silence you gave. Please slowdown the tears so i can wipe it away for you.

This fake world already distract me enough from the sense of freedom that once i had in my youth. It’s funny when my mother said crowd is my weakness. It’s okay if the storm want to chase me anyway, i don’t really care. Just keep the window open, so i can stare at the daylight.

I have this notion of my mind wander and come back with just smoke. Dust covered intention, fade away in the summer. Consuming false-broke impression never be the answer. The stages is the reality. Brave is my priority.

Amusing. Desperately want to escape this major madness from your view.