Eunoia

Heaven touched you so you won't dare to drown yourself in the madness of a historic truculence that made you notice that a couple strength, can only pull you over the bridge of insanity.

Hell whispered with valour about how he is not being a friend but he will claim as a comrade with a distinct of intention of cunningness.

It is a choice. Everything is always a choice.

How you move towards a pulling forces of change, is what makes it an indescribable art for your willingness to do what is not many people can dare to scream it out loud.

I always believe that forgiveness is a necessity, but moving on is a different recital.

I know I can never do both properly without setting my mind into a giant bowl of acceptance.

Not many knows that you can pretend to love yourself, and then secretly putting on a war within yourself moving past to postulate that you will never be free on your own will.

It is a hard choice, but people can be blind and you can be deft.

The only one who have the power of your story is your mind.

How you want the narrative to work is all in your mind.

The reality is just a grip of your craft.

Because, you can control the world.

But you can never control the universe.

If you lusting over the world and the universe, all you get is hell.

Hell is your best pal.

But i want heaven.

And heaven is a scarcity.