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Wednesday, April 18, 2012
The Conversation /7:09 PM

Hi. Long time no see, it's really been quite a while since we last communicated. I almost forgot you exist..

What? The audacity of you!


I meant I have been so busy, it's slipped my mind that I still had you.

Of course you have me. You always have.


Really?

No, not really. I died. Just a while back.


...
Fret not, I mean you no harm. I kinda lost my own ground, it really isn't anybody's fault.


If the fault is to be placed, it is on the heads of the authorities. They designed this cosmo-metropolitan crap; they forced us into this mess!

You can't just blame the political administration for everything that goes haywire. Wait,


you can. And I know I've been irresponsible just keeping to myself but

I haven't forgotten you. Not one


bit by bit, it's crawling away, my conscience, my subconsciousness, my

reality is harsh, isn't it?


Not just reality. Even you died. And you were never

real-ity killed me. It killed me, along with your dreams. It drowned me in your down-to-earth policies, you left me in the stormy cloud. I was the silver lining! I was the key to your despair and you


threw it all away?


away. like the wind that catches our breath and rustles the chords of our heart, strung together, an arrow and bow, a bow to the standing ovation, bow-

tie, me to the floor? Why? Release me from these shackles this instance!


No.

Please, I beg you. We were always one, an entity that could never be separated, a conglomerate if you will.


You consider us business then.

Only professionally. We are more than that. We are friends, we stem from the same source of life, we are one. If you desert me, I would have nothing--


left and right, dead and gone. It is over, we were once part of the same system. Now you are a distant future, a mirage of hopeless dreams.

I need hate to survive you. 


To each his own; to own his each and every right.

Man in the Mirror
Sean (:
Confirmed 2010 'Alexander'
God's Given Child
Eighteen
02 Scout & Raffles Player


"I am not young enough to know everything." -- Oscar Wilde



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