Archive Literature

Left on seen. Evidence shown on your screen. How many times has it been? Is it already thirteen? No response, react or emote. Not a single acknowledgement of what I wrote. Always left hanging. Turned into a ghost, dangling. Left on read. Not knowing what you did. I’m the fool in this scene. This is not the first, but the nineteen. Not blocked to offend. But muted as intend. No notification, ring or vibrate. This is just great. You’re Schrödinger, And I’m the cat. Drow

Things are a blur to remember. A whole story to dismember. To tell from start to finish. Let’s try to have it diminished. It started like a love story. Which ended in a hurry. As it was only one-sided. The love was never divided. Learned to accept and move on. But before everything was gone. Round two was about to start. Which we though now from the heart. It was all a scam. Things hit by a slam. Time was wasted. Hours have I waited. It took a long time for improvemen

Life is full of secrecy. Underknown to history. Things should be kept hidden. Our secret is forbidden. Unknown to others the kiss we share. A lustful touch and hug with care. The taste of this forbidden love of an affair. This is wrong, we are aware. In darkness we move. Within the shadows we act. Everything is being removed. Ensuring to leave everything intact. Not all should be known. Be a fool and let it be unknown. We are addicted to each other’s taste. Move quickly

Who am I? Unable to remember my name. Is this all a part of a game? All of this are just in my brain. Am I going insane? What am I? Human no more. Am I always like this before? Unable to describe what I become. My emotions are turning numb. Where am I? I have no recollection of entering. My brain is having a hard time remembering. An exit is nowhere to be seen. Am I trapped in this machine? When did this happen? I am unable to recall. The last word I saw was “in

Never tell the truth. Lies by a clench of a tooth. A liar will always lie. Until death as it dies. A story marker at best. Trust is putted into a test. Do you always believe? Gaining trust is for a liar to achieve. Everything to a liar is fiction. It’s not prediction or cause of addiction. No evidence to show. There is no truth to know.

She looks innocent at first glance. But she’s submissive and accepting my advance. Taking the opportunity when given the chance. Nobody like her wants a dark romance. Craving for pain. The urge can no longer be contained. She is asking for danger. Nobody dares to save her. She wanted it so bad. Biting her lips asking to be aggressive. She never had it like that. Taking the full force of the offensive. Chasing promotions for every position. Just to satisfy her addiction.

Want is something I don’t need. When asked, I want it to be guaranteed. Always wanting is a sign of greed. Never plant that false promise of a seed. You don’t want to open my expectation. It could ruin your reputation. Our conversation will turn into explanation. Where you are unintentionally wanting validation. Disappointment is a factor here. A fake smile is to fear. Silence is destroyed the moment you ask. Only not to see the emotion inside a mask.

Do you believe there is life after death? Being alive is not the end after your last breath? Can’t life just end in peace to rest? Does it mean that being alive is just a test? The afterlife may or may not be real. Those who passed, the souls around can you feel? Then it’s not right to command rest in peace. Because there is no peace without rest after you’re decease. We tend to move on. The moment we are done. Once death is upon. Everything is left for none. Life moves