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Missing People
About that.
I mean, we all walk by, bump into, look at a ton of strangers. But among them, there is The One that stands out. The One that pops out, you never forget. You dream of becoming friends, you think of talking to ( ), but in reality, catching a glimpse of ( ) is enough.
Now then, what happens if that’s not enough?
What happens if you want to talk? What happens if you want to be friends? What happens if you want to be more than friends?
Let’s get this straight though. This isn’t love or any kind of pure affection. It’s more of an obsession. Obsession towards a stranger. A fantasy. A very-private fantasy.
Back to the point, if you do want to develop a very one sided relationship, by all means go for it. But. But, you have to find that stranger first.
How? Wait at the same place where you met ( )? Ask people if they have seen This stranger? No. There is no how. You just sit. You just sit and let your twisted fantasy do the work.
Let ( ) be yours.
Find those missing people.
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In for the Kill
In the streets wandering around.
The lights are bright with all these eyes.
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Everything is starting to fall apart again. Plans, dreams, rules… They are all falling apart now.
This isn’t new.
This, I have felt before.
The world collapsing, Blind…
Self loathing, as it is not you who caused this, but I. I stare at myself, hating, slashing. But, I can’t get you out of my head. I know it’s not your fault. But, I can’t get you out of my head.
Retribution…But for whom? Looking into my eyes, I realize that it’s not my fault anymore. It’s yours. It’s their.
The anger. The hate. Not for me but you.
Not anymore.
11:12
Time stops.
The world looks different with a cigarette. The lights stay still and people, focused on something, stare into the emptiness. As if today was the last day of my life, everything feels dramatic.
Walking back home from hours of studying, the wind doesn’t feel cold anymore. And, the night isn’t any darker than the day.
Passing by people, passing by cars. I walk on.
Cigarette in one hand, the other in a pocket.
Time stopped.
The world is different with a cigarette. The air is still but my mind runs wild. As if today was the first day of my life, everything feels new.
Sitting and waiting for the train, I take another drag. The night becomes brighter and the sky clears.
Talking to the moon, talking to the stars. I sit down and look up.
I take another drag and smile.
Everything is meaningless and at the same time, nothing is…
