so what am i accountable for?
in this life of ruins where people are taught to wait for a tomorrow that never really comes.
what am i to fear? when I can only speak for myself and everything else becomes what i want it to be.
what am i to ask?
when I do not know what really makes me happy.
What is happiness anyway?
absurdly treading this part of my life where I’ve become a warrior of many things. But battles being fought for people you find special are very hard to do — especially when they themselves are letting themselves get caught to be killed.
I tried so hard to design my life to please others while i secretly sneak out to glutton over things that i find enjoyable to kill my time.
But It’s always the same.
Year after year.
Day after day, I still get impatient with the same old routine even with new faces to bear.
i find it a burden to hear people in ways where they find themselves unhappy of the state they are in.
But I cannot forever extend myself.
I cannot forever keep the basin of loneliness i feel because i do not find it in myself to walk away from the miseries of others.
I am in no way soft hearted.
I am not sentimental either.
However, I find it disturbing to see people getting stuck in that part of their lives and seeing that they don’t even know it.
but it seems as if I am most apt to destroy characters, but then again, one can only destroy that which is brittle.
That’s why when one locks to destroy, one focuses on nothing but the weaknesses.
so what am i to do?
I bang the wall, to find if it is sturdy enough.
It stands tall still…My wall is as strong as ever, but that never stopped me from banging a hole. Sooner of later, it will crumble…if that happens, what then?
will that make me realize?
what will that make me?
but what are they doing?
i am confused. i get lost just as i tangle within the sheets of my mind.
are they thinking what i’m thinking?
do they know that i am but a shell of confusing characters, trying to get hold what reality is all about…
excuse me…but do you know me?
because i’ve been looking for answers but until now, i cannot find one.
I become the people i am with.
that’s why whenever i find myself alone, i find it hard to fit in.
i become the wall i am stuck with when no one is around.
forever an unwilling witness of other people’s lives.
vibrating with secrets.
basking in silence.
carefully waiting for the right moment…