Why do I feel like that we have met before we have the actual meeting? Why do I feel like I have been experiencing you all the time in the life I have been living? The moment you came, my heart literally was squeezed into juices. It aches but I am not sure why I'm used to it. It's so weird, a stranger like you could leave such a great effect on me like that.
Is it really your first time of invading my private space I always fail to protect? Did we know each other in the past? I feel so close with you though in fact we are distant. Why does the impression you give on me make me so uncomfortable? Like, it hurts but addictive. Like, you send me a whole new series of anomalies. Like, you whisper me some bittersweet lullabies. So bizarre.
I try to remember recalling the days, weeks, months, and years before present. I force my brain to work and do a time-lapse for recollecting memories, and you are already seen, already breathed, already lived in them. Oh, it's torturing. Am I being too much? Or traumatic? It's like I have a mental disorder towards you and I'm terribly scared.
Now finally I am sure about who you are. Your identity is revealed. You are my old friend, my familiar thing who always demands to be felt. Why do you don't have a heart to leave me happy? Why do you love to haunt me? Why don't you just let me alone? Shall I say another 'hello' eventhough a proper 'goodbye' had never been uttered since the last time you chewed the joy in me slowly? Are we meant to be? And here you are, striking all over again. You are the one and only, PAIN.
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