I left some people behind. Do I miss them? Yes I do. Is it difficult to not remember them? Yes it is. And do I repent what I have done? Not at least yet. But somewhere inside I tend to think I have picked up some sort of an attitude, gown another layer to conceal the real me, I once used to be. Is that all necessary? A part of me answers affirmative. But another part is yelling for an attention to mourn the death of a genuine boy. Is this growth inevitable? I cannot comprehend that. But looking at other more successful people, I see that they did grow past some people. Rather they had to. Right now, I just feel like being in a vacuum where I am alone. I am not yet bringing any new people in to take place in my thoughts. Not that I am enjoying this phase. But I think it’s better to be alone and introspect than to share the void with the unsuitable, in any role.
This piece is directed at some people, singular or plural. However if you happen to read this, be sure its not you. Because I am sure one of those people this could have been directed towards, takes no joy in reading blogs, let alone for knowledge.
This piece is directed at some people, singular or plural. However if you happen to read this, be sure its not you. Because I am sure one of those people this could have been directed towards, takes no joy in reading blogs, let alone for knowledge.