I believe most people are in love with their life. Many might describe it as being the main character in a movie. Sure, there are some bad parts in it, but that's just how it works. You don't know what to expect, since the genre of your movie doesn't present itself. It could be horror, drama, comedy, or adventure. Most of these genres divide into even smaller parts which are the details of life. Some have an adventure and then romance, mystery, drama, fantasy, or comedy. Unfortunately, in my case, I'm not the little princess sitting at the rear side of her castle waiting for her husband to make her queen.
My side of the story is dark. Darker than the shades of midnight. Darker than inside Sherlock Holmes's hat. Even darker than a mystery. My life is a mix of tragedy, horror, drama, and psychological thriller. Something that bears in my mind even when I do stuff that isn't even close to being related to this terrifying part of me.
When people meet me, they see only the sun-lighted shade, just like when you walk into a room with closed lights. If the moon lights in a position a place, you could see only that edge, but if the room has no light, you will feel as if your head has been wrapped into a blindfold. As if someone from behind you just wanted to play a dirty game.
Only, the diary I used to write in every day, doesn't present the light side.
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