Charles Spurgeon said that there are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. Maybe that is why I am here at this moment.
I am an introvert, but yet I chose society over solitude when I saw the most breathtaking rainbow.
I am a withdrawn girl, but yet I chose speech over silence when I was the center of their attention.
I know I am a foolish girl. Even though when all of those around me told me that I should not trust them so easily, I still blindly put my faith in them. And how did that turn out? The bystanders are always right.
Here I am, at the bottom of the ocean, while they shine brighter than anyone; far, far away from me; up there in the night sky.
I can only observe them quietly without anyone knowing while dealing with my problems caused by them. It's hard to live at the bottom of the ocean, you know. It's dark and I can't see anything besides the monsters that trap me here.
It's hard to breathe. They chained me down and continued to choke me harder. So I can't breathe properly without thinking about them.
They're too sadistic now when I think about it. They make me think about them every second without them doing anything. They make me curse them even when they are no longer with me.
And yet, they make me miss them so badly. Even though they had slammed me down to my place right now from up there beside them, I can't help but crave their presence.
Is it a curse? Or is it fate?
After having my pure white wings being ripped off my back and being slammed down to the depths of hell, I have become like a fallen angel.