April 2, 2020 My heart is shattered. Broken in a million pieces that nobody can put together again. It's like a clock. Time stops for nobody, as it as just a theory or hypothesis of how our world turns. When someone finds that you are a broken clock, forever you tick alone. Nobody wants to fix you. The damage had been done. Loving someone as a ghost could only mean the worst, right? Everyone is scared of you for what you've done. Nothing can ever retrace the steps of becoming what you once were, even though you don't tick. Naga Contrestia