Ssssh.

You have your secrets, I have mine.
Tell yours to those around you, let me keep mine to myself. They're safe inside.
My secrets are about your secrets.
Your little whispers, hidden smiles and agitated glances are what my thoughts feed on, what nourishes them into a vengeful creature - vicious, yet dormant. The more you struggle to keep hidden from me, the stronger the beast grows.
But it will never release it's fury. The bigger it gets, the deeper it begins to drive into me, the angrier it gets as it eats away at my inside.It grows not to wreak havoc on your life but to destroy mine.

You can keep your secrets. The ones I have are enough for me. Too much, actually.
They say talking helps. Well, you talk to them, they listen and then talk about you again. More secrets.
The last thing I need.

Change is good, really?

When you see someone, someone you love and care about, become something that you know in your heart isn't right, what do you do?
Do you let change take it's toll in a belief that transformation is good for people every once in a while or do you stop that wheel from turning? Maybe it isn't your place, maybe what they're doing isn't entirely sinful but that doesn't mean you condone something that is bound to bring about the destruction of their very existence.

As much as criminal action is punished by law, so is innocent silence.
If you can stop it, don't hold back.
But, you have so much to lose from those few words.
In the end, it all comes down to this :
Are they changing or are you just standing still?

Open Wounds.

You get those days where you want to just die.
More specifically, kill yourself.
Today's one of those days.

It's terrifying to think that the very people who were supposed to keep you from getting hurt are the ones who cause the worst wounds - in terms of size and pain. And even though it may not seem possible, things actually get more terrifying when you realize that, because it's your very protectors who caused the wounds, they're not there to help you in the healing process.
Now we all know that if someone, particularly an emotionally broken and distressed individual, if left to their own devices can result in two possible conclusions. One, they actually manage to somehow mend their broken hearts or two, they just worsen the wounds, unable to take the pain.

I know which path I'm about to take - don't follow me.

Disconnected

Ever felt like you were slipping away? No, being pushed away?
As if the golden threads that bound you to people in your life were now fraying, tearing under pressure?
The closer you walk, the further everyone else runs away from you.
The voices get softer, the stares get colder and before you know it, you're alone.

Alone.

Every little lightbulb, dead.
Every circuit, fused.
Every connection, severed.
Every face, a mirage.
Every memory, a ghost.

Nothing's real anymore.

People Always Leave

It may seem to most as a fan worship of a faithful One Tree Hill follower but in actuality, the drawing is a testament to a core characteristic in every human being, soap-opera-character or not : fear.

Why do people leave? Because they need to run.
Why do they run? Because they have to hide from something.
Why do they hide? They're afraid.

Their fear is, on another plane, selfishness.
To run from something, you leave something behind - someone, something, a place, an emotion.
What you see as escape, someone else sees as betrayal.
What you see as a new beginning, they see as a bitter end.

Broken hearts, broken friendships, broken promises lie in the wake of a getaway.
Next time, think a minute before you take off.

Back in business.

It's been almost a month since the last post. I seriously missed not writing. This is what exam season does to you and exactly why they should be abolished - drives you a little insane, crazy, off the edge. The torture's coming to a close in less than a week. Let the juices flow. 

They don't care.

Have you ever thought that whatever you're waiting for is not worth it? All the long spent and hopes discarded in the belief that IT will come one day and surpass everything - is the sacrifice worth the outcome? Do the ends justify the means?

We wait for understanding - it never comes.
We wait for love - it breaks our hearts.
We wait for people - and they don't know what we are to them.