Night sky fantasizes me ,something about the darkness intrigues me , days when stars conceals itself in the blanket of clouds, the dark iniquity ascents thats when I feel a true void. I wonder if the sky also feels the surge of instincts or as humans perceive them as emotions. Some nights I find myself subconsciously gazing at the night glow, the cosmicity surges a vague nostalgia inside me, a feeling that can't be put into words . I always believed that once in the entirety of your being there would be something that you've felt so profoundly that words , speech would matter no means to you, remaining only that feeling , that one feeling so deep. I wonder if I am capable or moreover am I worthy of feeling that way? The philosophy of living , what is living ? What really means to be alive ? Would breathing ever equilibrate to living ? Who knew one day I would find the answer but it won't be the one I would be looking for.
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crimson veil of the moon
RomanceXie Lian and Hua Cheng drifted centuries apart from each other when one of them dies protecting the other however they found themselves drifting towards each other once again in the modern world ,however do they remember each other? Read to find out...
