My Story of a Boy.
Once upon a time, there was a young boy named PJ Liguori who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Monster Hunter. He trained every day for 7 hours in order to beat his rival, The Green Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and PJ Liguori came armed with a sweater and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and PJ Liguori emerged as the moist victor! His achievement is celebrated every International Day of Peace.
ThinkingTo stop thinking?
I want to try that, but my heart says no.
Like a corrupted black rose blooming in my heart,
so my mind can only fill with hysteria and listless meanings.
Asking what it could possibly mean in their words
is an option, just to hopelessly seek what fate
could have conspired for me.
As my world is filled with love and melancholic emotions,
I drown slowly, deeper and deeper, in to what I thought was pure.
I drown in that, but I still wish
that we could connect when we are close,
and remember everything when the silence is between us.