we tend to see things, a little bit off-hand. we ignore things that are just right in front of us. most of us go thru a vicious cycle called a schedule. an uncalled for and erratic time that holds our very existence. and as i go thru such so-called schedule, i thought it was just another ordinary day... not.
people began to leave like water from a running faucet. memories, began to fade and move like the hands of a clock. things began missing, like waves that vanish beyond the dark blue waters of the ocean. at some vantage point, i thought that it was to my liking. but it wasn't.
a bottomless pit of bittersweet tears. reading thru letters from a friend made me realize that i am not just a part of society. a so-called society that binds me by rules. rules, that some might find, uncalled for, but really, its one of those so-called perfect existence. a world, where things go accordingly. but of course, another day another, time-bound self with no self-pity whatsoever.
looking at an empty space that contains lines and different doodles, i immerse myself into a deep slumber of mysterious neuron activity. looking for some closure, that i cannot sustain. waiting for calls that would never come, waiting for a letter that never gets inserted into the mail box. and waiting for someone that i could no longer hold in my hands, with only memories enough to run as my lifeline, just waiting to die...
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