Your Attachment

Maybe we're like pieces of cloth, maybe some are velvet or plain cotton. Maybe the bonds we build with people, are like attaching a little part of us, on their cloths. Maybe this is how we connect as we grow closer together. Maybe if it's love or commitment, a bigger part of us is tied.

& maybe that's the reason why when people walk out of our lives, a little bit of us is ripped and torn apart.

A Heart Of Gratitude

I just want to say, thank you for giving me so much to remember.

Not Alone

Are there times you feel like the only one? When everyone else feels happy, maybe you feel sad. Or maybe when you're happy, everyone's the opposite. It's like you're always alone.

But hey, let me convey my feelings in a story on how you aren't alone in anything.

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A girl silently walked in the busy hallway, hoping to be not noticed or given attention at all as she pulled down the sleeves of her school uniform sub-consciously. Unfortunately, she bumped into a girl who got angry with her. The girl humbly said sorry but the apology was rejected. By this time the opposing girl had recognize the self-conscious girl.

"You're that infamous girl now aren't you?" remarked the girl. "Let's if the rumors were right!" By now, the girl's gang had ganged up against the poor girl and took hold of her. The girl roughly pulled up her sleeves to reveal scars and cuts all over. "Hah!" said the girl in satisfaction. "They were right! You are are such an attention seeker!" "Trying to gain pity!" accused another. "Cutter!" said someone else.

There was a lot more name calling, causing a great commotion when someone cut the whole atmosphere right through with just his presence. "It's him!" hushed someone in the crowd. "I wonder is he going to say?" said another in a low tone. "Everyone respects his opinion." The boy slowly walked forward, everyone sub-consciously pulling aside, making him and the girl the center of attention.

The boy first looked at the scared girl, and then at the crowd around him. Making sure everyone could see him, slowly but surely as he pulled up his sleeves he then revealed. The markings of an ex-cutter.

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Yea, you aren't alone in anything.

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 :\