It is like the sun glistening on a broken glass, radiating the whole place, shimmering shining glimmering. And I, - I touched the glass just to end up bleeding in a kind of blood I have never bled before.
You are an impossible possibility I never knew existed. The life you spend is a long one for me, unknown to me, unknown to you. A life so secretive yet so open. In my imagination, I rake your mind for a sign of pity or kindness. I do everything I can to make you happy. To make you feel I am worth the effortless efforts.
I wonder what is on your thoughts. What do you think of me? It bothers me so much that I forget my own existence. My own mind betrays me now. It thinks of nothing now. It focuses on nothing now. Nothing but guilt.
I am still bleeding. The glass cut me deeper and sharper. My existence is a treachery that leaves me hopeless, breathless, and torn apart. I always always always used to tell myself I have a strong heart. I heart of a fighter and the mind of a lover, unlike others.
And now, just like my voice, just like my lips, my heart betrays me. My soul commits worse acts of treachery.
But after all, maybe I was right. We are so very different, for your existence is flattering while mine is treacherous. A scandal I did not commit. Or I did, but will never admit.
