The blemishes on her perfect skin

I think I know myself well enough to say that I write best when Im most emotional..For my love of these emotions, and the luring passion of spilling ink onto white paper, here goes my life blurted out for the world to see.

When a person acquires the position of a pedestal…most especially when you have your life played into it, freeing all that you've framed yourself to be, allowing it to take place.. you scratch your head so hard until they bleed despair, in quest of those superior features. Even when you don’t dwell on them, You try every best possible reason not to think less of that person because their light provides an answer to the completion of your missing puzzle pieces. They may seem eminent to you, but underneath all that amiability..lies fraudulence..

There comes that revealment. The truth. Its all so bright you can’t see.

You open your eyes so wide until they reach proclivity..its pitch black . All that you saw has crumbled down into a big black hole. And now, with a multitude of torture,
I climb into my own lacuna..