Dear You,
You may not know me personally, but I think I'm already familiar to you.
(a prose x poetry from Niume)
UPDATE: Niume is going to shut down this October 2017, so I decided to shut down my account there (sorry guys if I deleted it, I hope yo...
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I saw you once with some inkwork on the outside of your left leg. Also, I have heard that you also live a simple life.
Somehow, I have lost everything. I dropped everything simply because of you. I dropped every single luxury I had, all because of you.
I wasted all what I had, simply because of you.
I can't sleep. Heck, I cannot even move. However, when I dream something that regards you, then I write it. Immediately.
You were once the apple of my eye. Now, I think those things are not enough for me.
I did everything. I did everything for you to notice me. But now, I'm simply wasting my life, devoted to you. It wasn't great at all; simply put, I gave up.
No, I don't think I did.
I'm back to living a life that is simply focused on being broke.
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I never realized, I lived a life of luxury. No, not that glitzy-spotlight lifestyle that we see on magazines. What I mean is, everything was there for me. Oh, and those things were the ones that gave me compensation whenever I feel down.
That is, until, our most trusted men betrayed us.
I was blind on what to do to escape those everyday dilemmas: Simply waste whatever I had for self-gratification. In fact, I hoarded a lot of stuff that I didn't even need at the first place. Hell, that was something you might not expect me to do, but there you have it.
In fact, I wasted everything that I must have saved for the future. What if, I saved something for the future, and instead went on a frugal mode? What if, I did not go on a hoarding spree? What if, all I did was to have a sense of self-control, by escaping everyday problems, and chose to live independently? Without anyone who will do the chores for me?
Too late for me. Too late, simply put.
All of my colleagues and batchmates have a steady future ahead of them. Too bad, I didn't grasp that chance, though. Too bad, I was afraid. Too bad, I hated people.
Lastly, too bad I didn't persist on my plans.
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But one thing for sure: I want to move out. immediately. No, not only from the abode. I want to migrate for good: On greener pastures, that is.
Greener pastures for me won't mean more earnings to keep—it means, more freedom. Freedom of movement. Freedom of decision. Screw that culture I'm in. All I want is freedom, not the money. After all, freedom mean everything.
