tring tring....

it’s strange.... people are gettin’ it back when they’ve tried to take it away from me...... some of them even did that. it’s even stranger that they’re still comin’ back to me knowin’ exactly what they took away from me. n’ not because of any hidden agenda or somethin’ divine.... but now..... once you see through it... you don’t stop seein’ through it. it’s only because.... right now... they’ve got no where else to go.... or probably they’ve got... but i’m the best kind of room available right now!...... funny isn’t it? they’re witnessin’ it so closely what they did to me.... when everythin’ is part of their lives now... lives .... once i thought i shared a part with..... but not anymore. i chose not to be. not as an action but as a reaction.

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no no no. i may agree with you when you say i’m over reactin’ but let me remind you... an over reaction still happens to be a reaction.... n’ that’s my point. i’m not actin’ here.... i’m reactin’ here. n’ why? why the fear part huh? why? if everythin’ is just a joke for them.... why the fear part? jokes are meant to be funny... right? n’ now..... it’s my time to dictate those jokes. why can’t i be the creator of the jokes if i can be a part of it.

n’ what are you afraid of? n’ more important why? you think you can save a situation just by standin’ at the receivin’ end. just tell me how long have you been doin’ this? i’ve been seein’ you for the last 20 years... i know it’s more but i don’t remember the time earlier than that. but what did you get by savin’ all those situations. you’re sent as a normal human. you’re not sent as a savior. n’ what are you savin’? n’ for whom? for the ones who never think twice even what the situation is? n’ probably you can’t even remember the first situation that you saved.... but i remember somethin’ else. that it never stopped n’ you alone went on savin’ it. n’ you know what. i got that trend from you.... don’t know how. but it’s enough now. what you’re seein’ now is not me but just a consequence. actions will always reap reactions n’ no.... nobody escapes from those reactions. nobody.

i’ve always tried to forget whatever i lost. not because i actually wanted it but i was never given a choice. but i refuse to forget what was stolen from me n’ i shall not forget them. for i want to remember every showpiece when i see them now they keep in their drawin’ rooms..... which were once a part of my life.

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