I walk on the crowded streets my legs attached to the road and mind just not ready to stay conscious.My present chaotic, dreamy illusion takes me backwards. I think of her in every next moment. I curse my self of being a nerd again but that feeling doesnt subsides. Then i realize you do exist some where and try to reach you. But I just crawl on thorns and broken glasses when you dont turn up. Then i feel guilty of behaving so immaturely because i know u cant talk or respond to me. Then i cut my self up thinking how can someone be so much bonded that if she says that faith persists. She thinks i exaggerate when i say i ll harm myself if this keeps happening. So i carve your name on my hand this time with a blade just as a souvenir. I know everyone if call it immature but i dont think so.
You can just feel the details. The bits and pieces you never bothered to put into words. And you can feel these extreme moments... even if you don't want to. You put these together, and you get the feel of a person. Enough to know how much you miss them... and how much you hate the person who took them away. Believe me if i can do things to me it will be very easy for me to do the same to others.
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