#fearwritingthoughts

I have made it to return. Hardships of an astonishing year of mine in the college had made me bruised and healed. 

All I wished for was to stay away from this remote land. Maybe to a place everyone would eventually go to. Hell or heaven would never be my option of guessing. I succumbed to the evils of nature. I did not strike back. I was being hypocritical to the skins of people, to the very outside world of my eyes. I rode through waves of nerve-stimulating snickers of my shadow at nights, and screamed at the top of my bloated lungs in mind.

Be it or not, we were once broken, switching situations into farces as oblivion as our inner guardians do.