dear holyman

you were right. not that i didn't agree.... i didn't know. n' everythin' is happenin' like we discussed.

i've already begun walkin' my sleep. infact it's been a while already. i've been smilin' my tears n' i'm doin' it even now. i've packed all my dreams in a portmanteau n' thrown it into the depths of oceans. yeah i'm thrown suspended n' maybe i'll stay there. or else you did say somethin' about it too right?

people have started growin' flowers on my grave. n' yeah... they're smilin' too. they seem happy. they no longer fall for the old hey-you-have-something-on-your-t-shirt. n' everythin' is happenin' again... just like it had happened before.

the confusion is still a part of everythin'... when i'm not too sure even now if i should be happy not to be a part of this world which don't care for anythin' at all... or should i be sad for i'm still not a part of anythin'. yeah... you said it that i won't exist... n' i still don't.

i can only form swirlin' dust-of-memory-jet-streams but can never form someone else's memory. n' yeah... everyone else is perfectly forgetful. but i've got just one complaint. why did you take my memory while we talked coz i can remember nothin'. n' everythin' is known only after it happens. could have been another way.

but there always could have been another way. so maybe that's ok.

shiveringly yours,
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