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Sunday, February 19, 2006
3:09 am

On solitude.


It is on nights like this, when solitude starts seeping into my system - fluid in my veins, mixing, up and down, up and down. There are so many pinned hopes about someone who would know and understand how exactly you feel. Hopes that your friend will read your mind and relieve the burden placed within; hopes that someone else will initiate the topic; hopes that something will happen to support your choices. But it turns out that hopes are just horrors that should have been left denied.

When all has left, and the dreadful silence takes over, the floods of emptiness pours in. There is no one you can reach out to, and there is no one who would reach out to you. An urge to cry surfaces, but the tears will not come - because you find no reason to cry.

There was company, and there was laughter. But when the company is gone, laughter recedes into the shadows, and the shadows feed on our dreams.

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I'm afraid you can read me, like a book. I can feel you slowly removing one mask after another, painfully peeling the layers away.

But - I'm even more afraid of a tomorrow that will eventually come and take you away. Like how tomorrow takes all of today away.