Kill The Messenger

There are some sparks that needs to be controlled to stop immediately; it’s like a fire that burns after you enjoyed the heat or after you watch it how it lights up the dark. You ‘ll be amazed on how it glows and starts to warm up everything but once it’s gone… ashes will scatter everywhere after the rain pours; and you’ll wish that it’s very easy like that… but no… no. Her eyes will catch you and once you’re trapped… crazy things happens, it’s like a motioned picture slides inside the mind, and it starts once thy eyes are closed… then you’ll beg for the Goddess of sleep to grant you wish to rest for the day. It’s a like a continuous relay that’s very difficult to break, a messenger that translates raw to a polished finished output. It’s a great feeling but I need to kill the messenger, the relay that  manipulates my mind or else the cold follow; coldness that’s very difficult to bear and adjusting takes long and almost impossible. The relay says that I might have a great chance of getting happier than ever… yes there might be a chance…. but most of the time, the relay sucks and tricky … so there…. not for now; stop it while it’s early.