What is it, stirring in my soul?
A flaming snake, caressing the walls of my heart and setting them ablaze.
A cataclysm, tumbling down my feeble confidence, changing the rich landscape of my feelings into a vast desolate heath, a region full of polluted soil where no hope can grow.
A silver claw, wrenching the hearts of those whom I love and throwing them far away for sorrow and regret to fetch them back.
How I despise this feeling of helplessness, watching myself signing my death sentence on answer sheets.
O fate, I’ve been writing you blindly this week!