The cars keeps rushing so fast just like my blood rush up to my heart. The rushier it gets, the heavier it become. The heart of mine is a masterpiece, yet it feels like there's a black hole. It lights up naturally, but it covers the darkness within. Isn't that loneliness? Or i'm longing for something?
My veins are whispering. My nerves are shivering. The butterflies in my stomach are in the verge of killing each other. Does that mean I'm scared? Or I'm linking hands with the demon?
The terror in my eyes is swallowing up the goodness in the air and it is becoming more like a thick blood shed in the humanities true self. Does that mean death is walking with me? Or am I just lost in sight?
I see now. Just like a rainbow, it appears beautiful in the sky, yet it is goldless. Just like the earth, it appears beautiful via satellite, yet it is hideous and very melancholic once you get close to it. Just like my heart, it appears beautiful, yet the half of it is missing. The missing half that will complete the masterpiece of my lost heart.
L.E.Z