I live in a world where every action I do needs revision, cuts and editing. I thought I could stay as long I want, but no I erred, the beginning I thought might just be nearing its end. What typical hospitality I earned, turned upside down and betrayed my trust. Running within my veins is the feeling of loneliness, of desolation. Barren. Cropped out of the big picture. Restricted of the happiness I deserve. I could have grabbed it from my sight. I almost on my way to it. Friendship was all I craved for, but still I was unfortunate enough. I just don't fit in this world everyone's trying to own. [PaperBug]
There are many suitable places for this bug to develop and grow. I think it has already found one.