the mark of mind begins with “what now?”
arrived at the finish line of the fine line nevertheless, there’s a remaining air.
the air left, the soul air, the heavy air
it was a therapeutic at the start, it was beautiful
as steps keep increasing, it’s getting heavy
consequently, i tried to lift up, i ran since it keeps me elated
but,
how could elating moment torture you at the end?
how could therapeutic relief became a need of a painkiller?
how could you stab me unintentionally?
how could you?
…?
you were the love of my life
shesshy 