Wednesday, August 5, 2009

The fake-mpire


Meeting the most wonderful people in life is a breathtaking experiance. The amount of love and care you're immediately surrounded with everytime they walk into your life is mind-blowing. You're never down for a second cos' all that matters to you is that 'Wonderful One'.
Suddenly dimness starts growing really fast, and all you can see is a bolt of evil light piercing right through your heart. It diminishes all that love and care you depended on so badly. The source of light seem to know its' way spot on to where it hurts the most in you. A blur it might be, but the face of the 'Wonderful One' which is not so wonderful, is something you will never forget. A shape-shifter! Gruesome as ever it is upon you. Mercy is far far away, and all you can feel is the happiness in you trinkle its' way out of your soul to leave you feeling horrid as ever. A life sucker!
You do revive. That's the beauty of courage. Yet to meet the 'Wonderful One' again, in all its' glory. Was it a dream or did the 'Wonderful One' suck the living day lights out of you not too long ago?? The charm is too hard to resist and the flourishing intensity is more than what you would ever want to put away. You take it all; along with the 'Wonderful One'.....All over again.
Painful yet how we end up with it is a mystery; and we never cease to fuel it with compassion, cos' we love it just darn too much.

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