At this moment everything entwines. Anger, sadness, happiness all twisted into something diabolical yet ravishing. yet hollow and empty. The more I dig, the more deformed my dream become.
I saw people with their smile, their life is full of vibrant colors. Full of energy and enthusiasm. I want that, I didn't even have a spark on my hollow soul. I have tried feeding it with music and such, but it only last a while to amuse this cold soul of mine. I wasn't living a life.
Just as I thought I was writing a new book, but I just realize. I was on the same page all this time.
Nothing more than a soliloquy of my distorted thoughts.