Isnt breathing supposed to be easy?!

Then, why do I feel suffocated?

Isnt time supposed to heal?

Then, why do I feel it wounds me even more?

Isnt luv supposed to be magical?

Then, why do I need logical?

Isnt book supposed to teach?

Then, why does it make me want to torn it into pieces?

Isnt life supposed to be long?

Then, why does it make me feel it should be short?

Isnt sun supposed to warm us?

Then, why do I hate the burn so much?

Isnt I supposed to be one?

Then, why do I need to be I+U me?

Isnt child supposed to be loved & protected?

Then, why do they sometimes tear our dreams?

Just bullshit, after hearing some stories from a dear friend. I feel sad for both of them. Life, it's so heavy, yet so light. I hope they will be OK. I hope they will be fine. And I hope, despite time doesnt heal the wounds, but time will help them endure the pain and ultimately numb it. :(

Take care!!