Pages of void

You are that one book which I cannot complete

A beautiful book written by me

with the lost last pages and predetermined end creates a special room for a great tragedy

It is a book of warmth which is necessary in everyone’s life but…not mine I think

Somehow the story which I wrote was ripped off by a stranger

still….

I thought ” it’s not their fault completely”

But I was hurt when my person said that

“I am just imagining things and making a big deal out of nothing”

This pierced studs in my heart

Nonetheless….

I will continue to complete the book

even though I know I cannot.