Wednesday, August 20, 2008

u hate me....

Nuisance is a weapon of destruction. It may even ruin the whole world but (to tell you boldly) it isn’t an ESCAPE. It is not a big eraser tagging along with you to erase the path that you took with someone (you loved before or may I say til’ now) and definitely, it is not a click on button to undo things.

So you think you’ll forget me (or I’ll get over you) by a bane of my existence and finding insufferable fault in a pointless condition?
No way.
The mere fact that you threw the spell of whammy to me stands for one big thing; you’re still in the relationship.
The mere fact that you’d want to block me implies one true thing; you’re still with me.
Relationship is not a one stop merry-go-around, riding happily on the carousel of endless love. It’s more of a roller-coaster ride. It would turn your guts (including your heart) and mushy emotions upside down. Bet you all have been live through to this worn-out justification. Moreover, I also bet that no matter how hard it is you’d still want to take a ride and then another ride and so forth til’ you bleed and die (in peace or in vain). And if you’re settled now (the lucky rider), I bet that you had an ample of fuzzy ride before finding the right one. Lastly, I bet that when you decide to settle down, you bet your whole life.
At the start of the ride, we have two options: to quit or to persist. If you decide to stay, you must ready yourself to descend into an unfathomable pit of qualms, however if you decide to quit, you oughtta ready yourself of falling hard on your knees. At the end of the ride, you still have two options: to love again or to love more. You may end up alone but not lonely if you fathom the other channels of love or you may end up internalizing the bearing of Narcissus.
Here’s a fact: The more you ignore the person, the closer the person get into your heart.
Thought: We can never end a story with thoughts hanging on the cliff. Talk about it. Have a proper closure. Patch it out. Don’t just pour out your madness on swearing. You’ll never know what will happen next…you’ll never know til’ you bet your life.

1 comment:

OR said...

Holding anger is poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.