Captain Kier-B

“This is just a dream,” a girl appeared and whispered into my ears.

Imagine your personal room as a small world made up of cloudscape, mere cloudscape. Sniff the room, and you shall feel the subtle antediluvian presence. A pale tint of blue paints the sky, and your eyes start to dazzle. It starts to feel like the dark old stories in fantasies, and you’re stuck in Once Upon A Time. The world is sealed, forever sealed — no one to be with, just yourself.

Your face is quipped teary almond eyes, a mouth with a big frown, and —

I write with an unconcise way because long stories tend to be boring, and fragmental ideas puzzles us, thus, motivates us to read further written ideas. Some long pieces of writing eventually gets boring after the first part —

— Naah, I’m just too slothful to write long entries. Although, I encourage people to write extensive adventures, as along as it doesn’t get stale.

Some people love sleeping because they realized that harmonic dreams are so much better than the disturbing reality.

I took note of two things that I couldn’t resist to react like a loose cannon: I can’t stand it when someones crosses the line; and I feel the load of pressure when I start to miss her. Although I yearn for her presence for the every minute that pa — Okay, okay, corny time is over.

It impresses genial when someone comes to cross the line, but, at the same time, it rather becomes a peeve. I’m not the kind of person that eats pride for his meals. Actually, I enjoy arguing with a friend, whether it be something serious or just something stupid; it feels cordial and nostalgic in an impartial manner. I just tend to react with angst when it drifts to an awry position. However, it won’t matter within the next second; I won’t care at all. I’ve mellow down a bit recently, but it just gets me nowhere but vexed when someone forces their way into somewhere they shouldn’t be.

Well, the biggest exception applies only and only to her.

Honestly, this world is hefty of assholes with a narrow perspective to acknowledge humility. I think so.

P.S: This isn’t for someone, this is for everybody.

“If you have realized the lies you’ve heard to the bottom of your heart. Then, cover your ears with your two hands and open your heart. Accept those lies, and smile. Your heart shall be freed from the shackles entrapping the truth.” I thought.

So, if I cannot escape from the closed fate of my heart, will you reach for my hand?