What goes around comes around


I know this post is going to be a little confusing…but few things are not meant to be told, but just felt…I wish my writing can help u feel what I did, at that very movement…

Yes indeed I am struck where I started from. Somehow circumstances, environment, company and situation have always managed to push in the past. No, I am not proud of the dark nook-corner of my past, and if I start to explain you the reason why these exist, then you would say I am just making things up to save my soul; just coming up with stupid excuse to find my way out.

Recently circumstances have brought me back again to that one way road, I have been trying to avoid. But then I have to bear it yet again, go through it and indeed remember it. No matter what I do, I always end my shedding my tear on it…on the past…why can’t people let it be. WHY?

Is my past more important then what I am? This person I have become. Is it important to know why and how I came to be what I am today? Am I so unimportant to you than what I feel and the condition that I am will be after that doesn’t make any difference to you? Do I deserve such selfishness…

Yes, I loved every person, I was with and yes, we did have our special movement. I promised to love them through the ups and the down and yes I meant it, when I said I love you to them and every time I said it.

And yes it’s my fault that I wasn’t a cunning bitch… I wish I was… I wish I could manipulate people and break others heart rather than my own heart. Indeed it did be better if other would have cried instead of me. It did be better…

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End of Journey

Journey, what is it?
The road or the way
The grass or the stone
Milestone or landmark
Footprint on the land
So hard

The people I meet
The faces I see
The smiles wid the
End of journey

The tear they cry
Leaves marks inside
Like acid bubbles
The marble white

I will save the fears
Fight them while
I walk the road
Promise I will make it
And smile while
I finish and
End my journey…