umop ǝpısdn ǝɟıl ʎɯ uɹnʇ: Drained
Drained
Sunday, July 13, 2008

Love and hatred have always been a lethal combination.

So you may have thought your actions helped the person, instead it held him to great grievances, where he struggled so hard to find solace- but to no avail. You may have been mad, but you drove him insane. You selfishly took away his freedom, proclaimed trust, whatnots. And you killed his life. He was driven, having nowhere to run, cornered and brutally stripped.

Yet he wondered if you'd have the slightest idea what he had gone and is going through.

Yes, he hates you, terribly too much in that ironic fashion lest slapped with guilt (he wished it existed). It's now innate. For, you left him with little alternative (he'd claim of non existance). Facing discrimination from deep within with an altitude of attitude, naked- he walks back to the world, clading himself with dressings of an ousted soul.

That is for so much you have done.

I guess by this age, we all been through much in life. Not all we've been through, but maybe that very uncertain part of your life before one step into the mudane repetitive life. However interesting, the process of self discovery nonetheless satisfying. It feels yet so good to find yourself and what accompanies, the things that shaped and made you for who you really are.

It'd get better in time, definitely.

A matter of perspective, in retrospect- which I see no boundaries