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Biyernes, Marso 27, 2015





I was confused, but now, it all starts to make sense. The more I replayed things in mind, the more it sheds light to the matter. And the more I understand, the more it hurts!

Connecting the dots  is what I do best. A strength I detest especially when things go wrong...

All this time I feel fear. Fear mixed with ire, salted with pity towards a person. Fear in a way I begin to see the person once admired to be different now. Fear, that such person was duped. Manipulated. Brain-washed! Just that easily.

Anger. Because of w-i-l-l-f-u-l-l-y charging someone innocent. Yes, the person did! And the person still, will, with a happy heart.

Hence I feel pity. Pity for such creature! I say PITY. Too desperate forcing a fool out of self hurling blames on anyone at every turn.

Playing scenes in mind, the person wanders off to a world full of null and hunch and folly. Senseless. Unreasonable! Those fury eyes but scream despair anyone can't dare stare.

A dream. A bad one this is. These things that befall seem to be all unreal. A nightmare I want to get rid of.

Bad thoughts on you... that's how people would give back to all efforts done...

Oh it's ruthless! Words aren't enough to let feel the pain...

<to someone>

"I admire you. Esteemed. Respected you above all in it. Put you in the pedestals and hailed you. Looked up to you. In dark moments you are that ray of sunshine we cling to..."

"Now you created walls. Boundaries you ruthlessly traced. All of a sudden you nag with a voiceless indignation. Hateful stares you sparingly throw. Reasons I seek, but couldn't find anything sane!"

"Despite these, pleasant thought of you forces its way in. It compels the mind to believe you are the same. One who does things heedfully. Logically. One willing to spend more time to think, and put things in order before making a move... Once you were... prudent. Principled. Wise..."

"... But now, everything changed."

" You changed..."

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