A collection of stories, made into a Poetic fiction
and tailored fit with blood, tears, effort, and time.
From people's lives,
From the subconscious mind,
From randomness and reasons.
Come! Read & Explore what's behind each soul!
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All these bruises, yet still not enough as evidence. Just because I can't show you doesn't mean it invalidates the truth.
All these months of torture and agony, for all the efforts to remember your name... I still lost you.
You who came with tears in her eyes, You who swept me with love, Gone in the fog of my memories.
I wish we could have had a better end. Not a bitter end.
Same things of different expectations, I guess it is still accepted as an end.
The end was still clearly written in the last chapter. You could've added a prelude before the end.
You said you'll wait and that you could still remember me. Guess what? It's all reversed now.
I who suddenly remembered you. You who faded away from me, Now explicitly as blue as the sky.
The sad part is... I'm still accused of fooling you, Calling me a jerk in many ways.
But I can't say you're entirely wrong either! In fact, I'm that jerk who was a coward.
The truth is I already remembered you.
After that accident ever happened, I screamed your name at the top of my lungs.
But the difference is... You did not hear me.
Just me and my cat, somber through the night.
I wish we didn't say goodbye. I wish I didn't say am fine. I wish I did not carelessly tell you.
Low for am a bolder mess. Sorry for disturbing you again.
That I'm sorry for what you have been. Guilty even for those things I did.
But all I can say is: "I remembered now."
Are you being taken good care now? Is he not a jerk like me? Or are you being with him just because?
Well, you don't have to answer, it's not like I could hear you even.
All of the words you said didn't count, Just empty words from a wounded heart. I'm right? Do I?
All these months of torture and agony, for all the efforts to remember your name... I still lost you.
Maybe if I did not have that accident, I probably could still call your name. Or maybe if I kept you beside me while going through my trials, Would I ever still be in your grace?
But all I can say is: "I remembered now."
So I patted my cat while telling myself to just go on and continue. Swept away by you, now void of you. Hollowed out for not properly taking care of us.
I took a big breath as I gazed at the stars, closing my eyes. This is the end...
In exchange, someday when you are ever in need of help I'll spare no hesitation to help you. That I promise and swear to do.
Someday...
You, part of my grayed memoir.
No! Actually, all that I have said is bullsh*t! I just want to scream and shout...
