Dang Tran Ha Linh

Nothing tastes like giving up. She felt it in my silence. My bitterness.  I admitted defeat.  I've never lived so purposelessly. Like this is not for me, right from the start. So stubborn, we both know that.

I'm not sure how much attention you want, or how much I want. So much that you would die for my glare, so much that I would not even react. You act like you're the only one in that room. I act like you don't even exist. Really, it felt like you were teaching the fish how to swim . I could only laugh. I am never that important . But it felt so good to be that important.

That's pretty impressive, and out of the blue. I've never thought about getting myself hurt in the intestines again this way. Not love, not hate, but pure fear of losing money , my identity , and my pride . I guess the boring days are not so boring anymore. I guess when the sensitivity is back, my emotions will be out of control. I guess I will show you the ugliest existence ever.  My apologies. Upfront.

It's hard to live without a little imagination . I visualise your skin on mine. A bit of this one, a bit of another one, a little of something I like. I adore this bit of desire running in my blood. But don't take it seriously; I never truly want you, or anyone, ever at all.  Hold me close ; I always win.

Dear adulthood , you didn't mean to; it was not that important, not anymore. That's why you didn't fuss, nor remember, nor keep a grudge, nor mind, nor care. That child , fed up with adults , was desperate to live . Now, she grew up, but found it impossible to live , so she just breathed.  Poor child. You can rest in peace now.