That melancholy moment

Like most of my sketches, I can’t explain any of them. Any attempts to denote them would just fail to mirror what I truly feel. This is just one of the simpler method I do to express myself when I have no more literary juice to come up with a write-up.

I can remember that time so very vividly; my heart was swelling but it was getting sweeter like a berry. And I was filtering and harnessing all the negative energy around me.

Well, it was a horrible morning that day.



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