For whom it may concern.Confessions? or Secrets?
This is not a happy-ending bed time story
for a mum or dad to tell their childrenbefore night time
since it won't give them a happy sweet dream.
Actually, this story is based on a true story,
so you could say it's an autobiography with
an outstanding extreme-un-extreme life
which could give you a pretty sugary nightmare.
And the thing about confectionery is that
they are physically and mentally addictive.
In other words, are you sure if you're prepared
to start reading this story of mine?
Well then, I will tell you now that it's possibly
notthe best experience or informative story
that you may have been looking for.
But trust me when I tell you this,
this story of mine might not be oneof the mostbeautiful poetry
nora charming romance fiction.
Nonetheless, it's a realistic mental narrative,
as the matter of fact it is the mostof my inclination.
Now that I have already warned you,
and you decided to read further,let's say
' welcome aboard'.
Let me take you back to the 20th century,1990 to be exact...
For anyone who may be curious, 'why 1990?'
That's easy, it's because it's the beginning of my long chain of memory;
the beginning of a confession.
It was a clear dark night,
plenty of sparkling stars could be seen perspicuously,
silent and calm,
not any kind of special night honestly.
It wasn't quite late and the moon was still at its youth
when the dim light reflected back from the unsteady sea,
painting the most scary picture of the night;
But even so, I still couldn't take my eyes away from that dark shadow
in between every complex wave that rushed towards the shore.
It's such a Mother Nature's indescribable art work.
No matter who you are, where you're from or how important you are
if the Mother Nature gives you such exquisite visions,
you appreciated it.
The building up long curling waves,
from the hazy horizon were silently moving toward the shore,
tightening its hand with the hand of the salty, sticky wind.
Such a supportive couple indeed.
It reminds me of something clouded inside my mind,
almost too clouded to actually visualize.
Have you ever forgotten something you are about to say in just a blink of an eye?
suddenly, unreasonably forgot the name you've been calling for so many time?
That said feeling engulfed me at the very moment.
This kind of emptiness bit when my mind is likely turning blank,
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