Good Things

It’s been quite some time since you have not talked, Eyes are being blinded a strange kind of choke. You’ve let me read these pages of death, I do not understand this coz’ it’s a bit much of threat. I’ve thought that things are not coming back. Come back home! So well we are getting back! Intensely emotional after a sweet heinous talk, Never going to be back in this while junk of stalk. Sorry seems to be the hardest word. Imagine things without him in this world. Can’t possibly be back from where we were. Starting it over like building good things in river. It ended up in a sweet so called nothing, Never ever be back in a messy ruthless something. Good things always come from the start. Good things are on its finest of all arts.