I Understand. Yes, of course I do. I understand every part of it. Why shouldn't I understand you? I know you inside out, I know you better than I know myself. I understand. I understand. I know how you feel. I understand. "Don't cry. Please don't be sad" Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. But understanding doesn't stop my tears from falling, nor my heart from feeling crushed. Lips trembling, I smile. "It's alright... I understand."
#life I feel like every thing is finally falling in to place. Love, work, family, friends, I have them all. And I finally find my peace. Then a snide voice sneers at me, "Ha! This is just a calm before the storm."
The Dark Ones And as I reach the early years of adulthood, so I realize I have grown to become the living image of my favorite characters. Although they were not popular among the others, they always had my sympathy and understanding. To late have I waken up to the fact: despite their dark and mysterious appeal, they were not well loved by the crowd. And now I am one of them.