ok.. im still not myself. arggghhh... im hating the situation more and more now. and i found out that its very hard to get back on track no matter how much i tried.
some days im fine as though nothing can break me.
and it only takes a second, just to make all that strength i built vanished.
and to tell u the truth.. im not sure who to blame. me? or mr cruella himself.
recent events or rather, a slapped of reality hit me last nite. a great man who bears a great resemblance to mr cruella himself *as in their names* mentioned few stuff about how men operates - and if i were to close my eyes - it feels as though mr cruella himself was there to explain stuff to me.
let me tell u our story.
*oppps... i just deleted it. i just cut & paste it in another blog post* - one fine day then.
for now.. suffice to say that our story goes on for a decade. truth is - its not even a love story. maybe a bit. but mostly, its about a friendship (with an edge) that grows with time that goes through distance, technology and series of other unfortunate events that shouldnt have survived had mr c been any other tom, dick & harry.
whatever it is.. we were friends first. and something else comes in second.
and as much as i missed mr c like hell... *like literally* - i missed his friendship more. he had been my pillar of strength. whose advise i listened to. whose opinion i most seek though i do argue over it from every single angle there is /are just for argument-sake. whose approval means more than i can explain.
we rarely agree on any subject.
he likes to look stuff at a bigger picture.
i like to pick on the smallest of details.
nothing worries him.
everything worries me.
we moved on a different orbit altogether.
and finally - meteor strikes.
and everything went silent.
and here i am trying to pick up the pieces. though im not sure what am i collecting anymore. im not sure even if its worth collecting.
hope is a dangerous thing.
without it, the world seems nothing.
u just want it to end.
"Spiteful words can hurt your feelings,
but silence can break your heart."
some days im fine as though nothing can break me.
and it only takes a second, just to make all that strength i built vanished.
and to tell u the truth.. im not sure who to blame. me? or mr cruella himself.
recent events or rather, a slapped of reality hit me last nite. a great man who bears a great resemblance to mr cruella himself *as in their names* mentioned few stuff about how men operates - and if i were to close my eyes - it feels as though mr cruella himself was there to explain stuff to me.
let me tell u our story.
*oppps... i just deleted it. i just cut & paste it in another blog post* - one fine day then.
for now.. suffice to say that our story goes on for a decade. truth is - its not even a love story. maybe a bit. but mostly, its about a friendship (with an edge) that grows with time that goes through distance, technology and series of other unfortunate events that shouldnt have survived had mr c been any other tom, dick & harry.
whatever it is.. we were friends first. and something else comes in second.
and as much as i missed mr c like hell... *like literally* - i missed his friendship more. he had been my pillar of strength. whose advise i listened to. whose opinion i most seek though i do argue over it from every single angle there is /are just for argument-sake. whose approval means more than i can explain.
we rarely agree on any subject.
he likes to look stuff at a bigger picture.
i like to pick on the smallest of details.
nothing worries him.
everything worries me.
we moved on a different orbit altogether.
and finally - meteor strikes.
and everything went silent.
and here i am trying to pick up the pieces. though im not sure what am i collecting anymore. im not sure even if its worth collecting.
hope is a dangerous thing.
without it, the world seems nothing.
u just want it to end.
"Spiteful words can hurt your feelings,
but silence can break your heart."
p.s.
"where are thou mr president?"
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