woke up this morning,
to find this one note.
a note that says i am nothing special.
well at least that's what i get out of it.
says something in there,
that really breaks through my heart.
and i began to ponder,
am i the only one?
browsing these old unfaded pictures,
but yes,
all the memories were faded away.
kept on browsing,
trying to remember all the faces and the names,
of whom i have been with,
of whom i have broken their heart,
of whom i was heartbroken for.
and of who i am back then.
figures,
the numbers,
the steps taken,
the thoughts i had,
were nothing similar i had today.
every single one have their on story to tell,
either there's me in it,
surely i wouldn't know.
especially the good or bad.
here i am today,
again,
being all depressed,
and i wonder,
am i the only one?
really?
i am the only one?
i make so many mistakes,
i make so many starts,
i make so many great things,
i make so many bad things,
and what do i have?
an alter ego.
it is typical for one to not remember,
the great or good i must say,
the other one has done to them,
yet they only remember the bad turns of it.
and is it the true way,
of one is just happy because another one genuinely make then so?
and the other one is just happy because,
they can make the other one feel so,
and because of the achievement?
and so no because they were not done well in return,
just by themselves?
figures.
now these walls are the only ones facing the me.
the world,
it is beautiful,
indeed it is.
with all the fake voice tones,
fake smiles,
fake laughs,
the essence of the word care.
now tell me,
what is wrong with me?
i understand your effort,
but do you understand mine?
save now,
preview.
- he says.
