08. Laugh, because it's either laugh or cry

I've been running out of cynical thoughts

Something to manifest about

I'm stuck in this realm where everything is just the way it is

I'm waiting for someone to shake this realm I'm in

May I acknowledge your existence as such

Because pain has never felt this awakening

Acquiesced without ratification

Silence

Because no talk nor act

Nor even love

Could resurrect this

We dropped the key a damn long time ago

Laying back to back between a latched door

& this is only as close as it will get

With nothing more

& nothing less

Have you ever felt this way? You gave in, and gave up, just for that special friend, pour in your heart and soul to nurture it, but it's still not good enough. What is not good enough, the fact that I am your human doormat? The fact that putting in an inch of effort is that demanding a burden when I am still silently cautiously deciphering your diary to figure that everything is depreciated? I don't wanna compare. The list could go on. Your list could go on. My list could go on. And I justified all reasons for you not to care, and I couldn't bear to single out any one of them. 

A: I was told that I am one human doormat

B: no

You are a human doormat with a "welcome" sign

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I can't believe that I am blogging about this 6:27 in the morning...

03. Blindsided

At times we lose track of what we want in the first place

The hypothesis seems strange

Strange enough to shape irony

How did I go out of point?

How did pain become my comfort zone?

He said - "you can never describe happiness, until you believe in it"

What do you believe in?