Confession 19
And as the familiar click of a certain Play button filled my world with music, it was sucked like a vortex from Somebody's soul because a dear one's life was cruelly snuffed to silence and faded to black. Somebody's sister, Somebody's friend, somebody's lover. The same face but different connections. Destiny being the only plausible logical explanation to death. And faith, not necessarily in God, the only logical solace.
As hurt and pain envelopes pallid hearts like a black plague, it's not my apathy that gets me...
It's my unfeeling coldness.
As hurt and pain envelopes pallid hearts like a black plague, it's not my apathy that gets me...
It's my unfeeling coldness.
7 comments:
Ur writing style is still as amazing as it used to be da.
btw, wassup these days?
God.
Your first three lines be-lie the last.
God speed.
Say what?
yeah. What wabby said.
→ Sudhir: Hehe, thanks. Nothing's up man, same old same old.
→ Malaveeka: :)
→ Prude: Thanks for keeping up with my (not-so?) humble blog. :) Everything belies everything no?
→ Wabby, Shadow: What? (Because Wabby asked me to say what?) :P
unfeeling coldness, u say..But looks like u need a warm blanket..
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