emotional intelligence
the bleeding past of the E.I. of a 16 year old boy his way to understand love is like grasping a deluded toy a past full of darkness seems no light can enter pretending to be weightless but wrestle to render his life was made up of flaws stitched with good intentions from his good intention overshadowed by her phlegmatic pretensions he feel the fear of letting go of his past six years preoccupied by a love he thought that wouldn't last now the moment comes of a disgraceful breakdown like an ocean of sorrow penetrates in an innocent clown watching time pass by in a pendulum swing his excruciating pain was parallel to a scorpion sting the touch of glory the inevitable loss a pleasant memories a painful pause escaping prison for he might seek joy but trapped by the E.I. of a 16 year old boy At the window of my house I looked down through the lattice. I saw among the simple, ...