I have never been good with words.They have always sound better in my mind than exhaled in the purely moistured air...I become stonned when it comes to advice.I swallow their sweetness deliberately and they simply go out perfumed with pity and remorse.Against my will I can't speak them fluently as I intend..to praise a misunderstandable journey.To make it less painfull.a bargain.a masked player with hearts and minds maybe anticipating their next step and move.
A fortune teller or a slave of the unknown?A blessing or a curse?
"Forgive and forget" has always been a though metaphor that was a complete defeat for me.That I couldn't minimalize because of the tedious thought that was constant on my mind.I never wanted to appear weak in the eyes of others.I never wanted to victimize myself or give signs of remorse.I kept my head above water ,pretending a soft smile with a decent ,pure image of a sain ,exquisite personality and kindness.Secretly planning my vengance so as to taste the sweet revenge that was about to occure.Soft and still.Without realizing..that it wasn't about the other person..That I didn't blame the other but myself...Because I have everything sketched and perfectly planned in low details but unfortunately life doesn't follow instructions..
