sometimes people ask me why do i leave all of a sudden? they ask why n' they almost make me believe that they really would like to know that... as if it's the last thing that's left unknown to them n' they'd really like to figure it out... as if knowin' this would make their lives better n' they'd not ask the second question.... "but why?"... i find it funny. i find it funny because they all make it look all so complicated as if it were some fuckin' indefinite integral calculus problem which was left unsolved by newton himself. no man it ain't that difficult to understand if all you cared a little in the first place to see the answer which was always floatin' around. i like the fact when people miss me or atleast when the believe that they do. i like it. i like the fact that they think everythin' would end in smoke when i'm no longer to be seen anymore as i'm no longer there. why can't they understand that i don't like the fact to be ignored n' live like a stranger all the time when i'm still fuckin' there n' nobody gives a shit. i mean why wouldn't i try to make it just the opposite n' when i do succeed in doin' that.. why're they curious.. where did the confusion package come from.. can't you see it's so fuckin' simple!
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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You must forgive us, for curiosity is only human nature. We all want to know why you are doing what you are doing.
I don't know what to write to make you feel better, because I can't. I never knew you before you 'left'. If it were of any consolation to you, at least you got people who cared why you left. Not many can even claim to such.
When I declare that I am leaving, no one would care. And that is as it should be as it comes with being ordinary.
But why are you angry for the people's reaction( or lack thereof?)? We are not accountable for others but only in the doing of our own task.
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