I remember

For the people who left, a part of me will always wait.

Lean On Me

"I can't handle this alone!" ranted a girl to her friend. "Let your weary heart be at ease," replied her calm friend. " Cause if there's anything wrong I can be your listening ear and a shoulder to lean on." The girl had hugged her friend and said thank you. The friend just laughed it off.

...........

 In times of weakness, we need someone to lean on, that's for sure. But honestly, what if the person you depend and lean on is the one maybe others rely on too? If we all were to depend on this person, who can this person rely on? Under pressure this person may eventually crack, feeling it's their fault when you have not a shoulder to lean on. When it's obviously not their fault.

Cause when times of weakness strikes and they have no one they can truly rely, they break down, bring everyone else leaning on them like a domino crash.

So for the one so trustworthy, I ain't going to say I won't lean on you anymore, but more like, if you would allow it, will you lean on me? :)

Four Walls

They said those who describe in total detail are those who are observant, but maybe they are just those who have nothing else to look or hope for.

. . . .

Whirring sound of the electric fan at speed 3.

An air-con on for a treat.

Silence but the sound of typing on the keyboard.

Things would go through during at atmosphere like this.

. . . .

Hurt.

Torment.

Heartbreak.

Malice.

Betrayal.

Resentment.

Rejection.

Solitary.

. . . .

All the more could go through. All these feelings can make you feel like you'd wanna hurl yourself at the wall, banging on it countless times. Possibly to rip yourself apart. Or maybe you would just stuff it into this steel, cold box and lock it, remembering the burn or dispose the key. Throw in this seemingly deep, dark and murky abyss.

I guess it's alright if you'd wanna contain the uncertain and evil feelings we all possess, one we can't rely or show, only some to utmost extremes. It's still okay to wanna stuff it in the box, considering you'd burst if you keep it in your heart. But never throw the key. You'd regret. 

Cause boxes were meant to be found and opened.

& they said,

Birds of a feather flock together.

I can see how that is applied in human terms :\

Whirlwind.

And in this void of mine lives a vortex that often leaves me perplexed.

In Horrific Dimension

I walk aimlessly around, just watching, taking in silent pleasure in seeing people converse with each other. Some laugh, some break down to tears, but somehow, I've realized in a conversation held by two people, one could be sad yet the other to be with utter joy. Talk about mixed feelings eh?

And somehow after school I walk through a hallway when I suddenly met you. Hey, you seemed quiet, but I thought you look pretty nice. I waved, and you waved back. I started making silly faces and gestures, and you matched up to them well! Soon I was in peals of laughter. And somehow you still never spoke. But I thought that was okay, this is just going to be a different kind of friendship and communication.

And that was the beginning of our silent meetings. Every day after school I would come and meet you. I had lots of fun, but I couldn't tell whether you did too. And occasionally when people pass by us they would stare weirdly. And then I snap back and say back off as we continue. And I was surprised at how alike we looked. And the day came when I finally understood.

You are like a mirror. When I wave you wave back. When I smile you smile too. And when I'm sad so are you. You know what, I think there's something wrong with this. It's super weird. People are always left with mixed feelings after a conversation.

So,

You're just a figment of my imagination. You.do.not.exist.

Who's Afraid

What happens when you lose your original mask that you used to wear all the time?