Truth be told, books are mirrors of life; a form of reality, the open window of reading show precisely that daily life is poetry.
A Form of Reality
Reality Of Life
I resolved myself to the reality of life. Day after day, week after week passed and I found that a change had taken place within me. My spirits rose, eradicating the remains of melancholy.
Drowning
I sit here, drowning in self hate and the blank hell of my primitive consciousness, it seems too late. I can see only the filth of my life. Reality is what I make it. Can I ever honestly accept how I rationalize my life?
Black and White
Reality is black and white, but I rebel against the opinion that my selfish complex is hypocritical.
Boy Meets Girl
If one looks at that unreal reality of boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl; the boy in question happens to set the standard for all lovers to come.
