My eyes are so tired, they are so deprived of dopamine and cannot stop the tears,
My heartbeat is so hyperventilating that I cannot breathe,
I have never faced a flood like this before I was drowning whole year, nobody comes to save me and I let it go
give up and starts drowning by myself in the hope that death will meet me at least if life forgets to,
Broken flowers, crushed petals, autumn leaves,
A balloon tied to the hand of a poor child who wants to behold it but selling it because fate told it so,
What is the guilt of the child that he was born poor or his childhood supposed to be not only poor but so lonely that no company will follow the balloon beside him, instead the company of the balloon leaves him too,
Then suddenly a foot was taken, the door was open and I was ready to soak the sunlight, the broken wings that sighed got removed and rebirth as life,
You have to die before you live,
And, I was entirely cursed, crusted, beaten with rage, abandonment, hope, disappointment,
But, the fable does change with time.