Disuatu malam...

Them stare. So Judgemental. Clear obvious.
Cynically Profound. Deliberately disgusted.

Them eyes. Black color, roundish oval.
From hair to toes. Observant? Pfuit!

You see, I learnt that some things are rigidly black and white.
Just like walking on shreads of broken glasses.
The pain's instantly aching...
but you won't go back (u cant!).
Cos you've stepped on once and the word quitter's never on agenda!

It's the episode of heartaching not heartbreaking..
As Anna "the OC" said.. "Confident (cohen), Confident!"

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It ain't about love.
It's about what the heart desires. And it currently aching, deep.
Missing something not someone.
It's a different kinda love. Yet the same warm fuzzy feeling persist.

Crudely say, Hating'em who have judgementally abused me!
A day which I asked for a solitude haven..
And the crowd would whisper,
This is the real world, dear.
It sucks but you're gonna love it!
'til THE magic beans appear and you wouldn't understand why.