yours becomes real cause you can express it, you let me feel it but mine, its just stuck in the head but its a pain nevertheless and we suffer the same..

maybe your pain is justified and mine is just meaningless, but its a pain nevertheless..so I just want you to know that we suffer the same.

I’m standing..
*giggles*

Is that really an answer..?

*shrug*

I’ll make another attempt, how are things with you?

Once again, like I said I’m standing..which means I haven’t fallen on the ground yet..so I guess I’m ok.

You know sometimes, it helps to share..

*annoyance*
There are three problems to sharing..1) there is so much I have to say, from where do I even begin 2) and even if i do, nobody I know can relate to what I have to say..so I keep looking for a ‘I understand’..I never get it. 3) the pain is safely locked up, I’m afraid when I let it out, it’ll do enough damage for me to not recover.

Sad, but don’t build up walls so high that nobody can come through

But breaking walls have consequences which I’m not ready for..

*silence*

Expect the unexpected.

Life is a joke, laugh it off.

What happens right after a person dies? Angels carry him away? Nah! Technology wins the race! The first most thing is spreading of the news of death. But the news is mostly associated with shock, which is then followed by grief. Grief I can understand. But why shock? Is it that you never thought death would touch people around you? Well boohoo, you should have thought. Always think bad, that way life can never slap you hard enough. Or perhaps you felt today was a bad day for dying? No day is good or bad, only people are.

But what if things get a little twisted. You get the news of death but the person dying hasn’t left yet. There’s no shock to the news, only grief and grief that tears you up everyday. Its like you’re sitting at a railway platform, holding hands, waiting for the train to come and separate you. You want to speak, but no words come out, there is no sound except for a weeping heart, your eyes are fixed ahead and you keep praying for the train to never come. But it comes any ways. Why I mentioned train, you may ask? Well simple psychology, when in pain, you regress to your childhood days. They comfort you. When I was younger, I traveled in a train, I remember sitting, looking out the window, laughing.

A train, containing unfamiliar faces, dragging itself very very slowly on its tracks, like its carrying the weight of the world. And the tracks, well, they have no beginning and certainly no ending in sight. You don’t ever see the driver, yet you trust him enough to help you find your way. Kind of like death, you don’t know when it’ll come or why, but you trust it and so very painfully it takes you away, leaving those behind in tears.

So, I am at that platform, I don’t know where it is, I’m sure not in this world.. ’cause I feel disconnected.

i know i am a fighter and i have fought a lot too…so i have no regrets coz i know I’ve done every single thing i possibly could…to fight back…i did…

everything

…i may lose this and i have but i know my efforts will be rewarded…in the end

…coz nothing is in vain…