Asylum,
This spoiled brain of mine has now changed itself into something worse, a mechanical device that works like a robot. Too many ideologies to understand, too many fresh legal and philosophical (and of course complicated) terms to memorize. That red thing located on the left side of my chest doesn’t make things any better. It keeps aching and screaming in agony, longing for the days when it was still a soft and warm organ, consistently-beating like every tick of the seconds; full of patience.
O’ God, far away in the kingdom of stars and heavens, I pray that my soul will rest next to you and Him, endlessly.
Posted on Sunday August 8th
