Lullaby for a stormy night

It is windy tonight and I'm supposed to die on my Bio notes. Yet, I think again, that I may not want to die that early and life still has much enjoyment for me to explore, hahahah.

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Lullaby for a stormy night



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And I want to tell you badly, that you hurt me a lot.

a lot

so much to the extreme that I reckon myself dying inside, bit by bit, second by second. The pain is angrily furious, yet slowly enough to weaken me into a body of nothing but wretched sorrow. Damn thee! O man, damn thee!

To hell with thee!

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And why do I need to forgive you?

Why do I still forgive it all?

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A white bunny holding on a black umbrella, where can you go amidst this raging rain?

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Then, somehow, I finally understand, that I should never think of you again. All that I have been working for, dying for, tearing for, all of it, all of you, is nothing.

I finally understand that I'm nobody but a silly fool. The silliest fool.

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So I give away my prayer, I give thee a four-leafed clover.

Do you know,
do you see the hopeful green,
are you happy?

K.