Reduced to a Shark!

I went back just a few days ago, to the sea, the ocean that rejected me. I was there again, walking by the beach and stopping to find that feeling. I was shameless to ask for it. Because no, it didn’t happen. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. No, the beach doesn’t play with silence anymore.

My First Rejection

Rejections are always sad. Quantifying your love for anyone never amounts to anything productive in relationships. Sounds like a lame attempt at justifying your strict ego and then defending it for life. You have cheesy remarks and attributes to throw at your history book but deep inside, there’s always this hollow feeling you’ll never stop