I have lost my loved one.
Sitting in my room thinking, will I ever succeed?
If I ever get another life?
If I can ever give love and be loved?
I have so many reasons against it, standing as big rocks. It is hard to rationalise.
Why can’t I be?
What is preventing me? I wonder…
Someone is knocking on my door. Maybe it is just the wind. I am choosing to ignore it. Again, I think I just heard a thud. I have to check it. I have opened the door, but there is no one. Maybe it is just my depressed mind.
Oh God! What is it? I see an ominous creature flying outside with the face of a black cat and the body of an owl having the feathers of a crow. It is all black. It is now sitting on a branch of a tree outside. Its eyes are burning with fire. I think I should go and ask it. Read More »