an unpopular letter: epilogue

I had the times when they are so hard I can't even breathe properly, grasping every tons of the air and all the struggles only how to be able to live again -- to breathe.

These are the times when they are truly the worst, the never ending pain, the scars in the heart that stays forever, all the guts to move on but failed each and every time I tried. These are all the painful memories, the cruelty in life, violence that is sad to watch, too hard to handle, it has overpowered me. I was bewildered. I was taken aback by the haunted thoughts of all the bad things I have done. It came back to me, echoing its way back to me, just like a sound wave. It is karma.

The weakness of the heart that is black and burned, was taunted by the people that have betrayed you. The fragility of the soul that is white and broken, was tortured within the flesh. By itself, and by these people that will never treat you right.

They are the worst. Or is it me?

The truly unforgivable, the never lasting wrongdoer. A sinner, with a thoughtless of heart of others. It is me, the criminal.

This is an epilogue of the journey, to the baseless of thoughts.