Cascading Shadows

Different. That's how you and me are.

As different as the Sun and the Moon.

& unlike you, I won't shine.

The World.

We all have heard of stories of people giving up on themselves, end up jumping of a cliff or tying a rope around their neck which is known as suicide. Strange thing is, when the one who committed the action dies, and the people who knows him/her are most of the time surprised, shocked.

Most of the time people say.

"I thought there was nothing wrong - She was always a happy child!"

"He had everything others wanted. So why did he throw it all away?"

"She was the one everyone loved most. So why did she...?"

"He was the person I looked up to most."

And maybe even more. What has the world come to, really? One gets so good at acting, no one notices the mask. People smile, but that doesn't mean they're happy. And just because you're not crying, it doesn't mean you're not hurting.

In the end, how much do you know someone anyway?

In this world of today, is everyone expressing themselves truly? Or is everyone just unhappy and tired of pretending? Maybe this is just a world full of lies where everyone has succumb to. The mask of deception stuck on so tight, it's hard to take it off after all these times.

Everyone deserves to be happy, no matter what past they hold.

Let me be the one.

I want to be compassionate. To give till I'm left with nothing. And yet to still give. In this cruel ugly world, I have come across many marvelous people I would like to keep happy. Something keeps breaking them apart, one by one, slowly but surely. And I think I know why. And maybe I can help alleviate with that.

Maybe. If I can't possess what I'm longing for, maybe it was meant for other people. Everyone craves acceptance. If I can give that, I should. It isn't a matter of giving and receiving to me. I'm fine if I don't end up ever getting what I want. I don't need it right?

I want to keep the ones important to me happy. Let me be the one. Let me be the edge that keeps everything intact. And I'll be the one to break everything apart when it's called for.

You just had to, didn't you.

Through the fifteen years of my life these I have come to know.

Lines don't always run straight.

The truth hurts.

Poems don't always rhyme.

Some songs don't have a tune.

Promises aren't always kept.

People lie when they swore they never will.

Life isn't fair.

Behind Efforts.

Every time when I have something to say, I usually just hold it back anyway. Whether it's a good or bad statement. & now, look what have I become.

I've bottled up so much I've turned speechless.

Hearty Household

If the heart is a house, relationship would be the door.

An open hearty house is one which the person gladly welcomes the people in, having a merry time. But then, with this naive and innocent outlook, one tends to get hurt. Sometimes, the door of relationship is scarred, or maybe even carved on, causing one to slightly pull the door closer and not so open.

But still, there's a chance to prove the host's point of view wrong. But the person is probably already more narrow-minded, so be careful with what you say or you'll leave another scar for the host to remember. And one more scar could mean a lot worse.

When one is traumatized with an event that happened with a previous person, the host could do something out of emotional hurt. The host might close the door of relationship tightly shut, lock the door and throw away the key into the darkest depths of the sea. And even if you try to break the barrier down, sometimes, you've just have to realize you've lost them. Leaving you, as a friend or a family member, unable to connect and communicate with them.

However, locking the door could have benefits. Maybe if you have found the happiness and the love of your life, you could live a content, blissful and secure life. No one could break down the door, and you are happy with what you have in the house. You need not to ever leave your comfort zone, for you could have all you ever wanted.

Well, that's just how I see it. Which side of the door are you on people's hearts today?

Equality

Somehow I've always felt things must be balanced, equal and all.

I have this sick, twisted thinking that there's no way everyone can be happy at the same time.

So whenever your sad and gloomy, remember that at least someone took your place, and smiled instead of you.