Bone Marrow Full Of Sorrow,

and you’ll never know.

It’s bone-dry, bitter, and hollow. You will be miles away tomorrow, and You will never know my sorrow. So why would I try it all? I’ll never know.

Even when I sworn to burn this whole city down to the core, I could never light up a match as soon as I know that you’d never look at my jagged soul even once. You have always knew my intention, but you could never see it in rose-tinted glasses. Why would you try it all?

So I resent you, because I regret for wondering around your hollow whenever it was never meant for me to follow. All I receive was continuous jagged from your soul while I have to swallow down until deep down to my bone marrow. Why would I try it all?

Nevertheless we both knew that we’ll be miles away tomorrow, we could never fought the distance even when we tried to wallow. So why would we try it all?

We would never know, Kak. And you’d never ought to know. You never would. So why would the universe try it all?

So I resent all these letters, burn it down to whole. Let it be worn. Let the memories be one with shadow. Let it be.