Undone

We were in the middlespace, dreaming of dreary dreams. I was weak, weary guy who waits four hours just to force my teardrops not to fall from my eyelids. I was desperate for an answer but I a text message appeared by someone whom I never knew. Not even a name appeared on the screen of my phone. Then I just thought how I can trust a stranger? How can I trust someone’s number? But I was brave enough this time, I’ve texted the number. But I fail. No replies were sent by Hermes. I want to kill myself that time. I’m sick. I burst the tears which I’m hiding behind. I felt sorry for letting them go. I was watching them fall halfway facing the mirror. And I realize that I was left UNDONE.

Insensitivity.

They were the one who really kills me. A situation like, you really care for that person and they left you away dead. They hang you floating in the air and after you feel the heaven, they will leave you away. CURSE. After all, when they are fading out of the perfect image, you will fall down the cold, rough and hard ground inflicted with pain. You will bleed because of pain. They will never realize it because they were insensitive and they already left you undone.

It was the post winter of our life but the coldness that embraces us shivers us twice as the coldness of real midwinter.  And how do cool people fight the draftiness of surrounding? They got drunk. And by the time they are wasting time because of baloney things and conversations, they forgot the people who care for them.  The saddest thing is that, I was the person whom they forgot.  I hate it. Just like Taylor Swift (@taylorswift13) said on her I knew you were trouble monologue, “ it’s not really anything he said or anything he does, it’s the EMOTION THAT CAME ALONG WITH IT.” It is really the emotion because INSENSITIVITY was EMOTION. Get it? And by the time they've read this, they’ll realize why they left me undone.

The sinking feeling takes in when we are in the middle of an argument and you both know that you’re correct which a wrong philosophy is. We are imagining iridescent things. I know we are talking senseless here but that is the way I think. We don’t need to fake ourselves to face our alter ego, grab someone’s physical attributes and feelings just to fit in with them. The time is ticking when the memory of anger slaps our faces. The hours pass by and were still cursing their name. After all, we are fools to realize that we've got millions of damage in each other. That was the moment we know that we both left ourselves undone.

Tragic though.

#MisterMelancholy