in another realm

when he cries... it felt as if those were my tears...
the hurt is more empowering than those i've scraped through myself...
probably it was just the ache of one person then...
and because i finally have understood those who choose to contain their sorrow within the soul, lock them from the rest of the world as if the related issues do not exist.

"unhappiness heaved only by one person is simplier and less complicated," says him

frankly, i never seemed to agree to that statement. it seems ridiculous! who would wanna beat your own self and bleed to death alone? Worse still, nobody realize that you are dead.

standing on the surface of earth, confronting the eye of solar system, she said a prayer. a gratitude for the blessing that has fallen upon her...

on the contrary to the tranquil morning that has just set in, she is full of hatred and vengeance. A feeling she cannot explain. A state of mind which has tainted the constructive and bubbly self she is on the outside. She wishes for the worst to those in her black book. She hopes for cruciatus curse to fall upon every one who has snipped a part of his life away from him...

Nobody can hear her. The bitterness in her voice is inaudible to those insensitive low-lives!
Sometimes she hope she could be be just like any common person. To blame others at any given time. For by doing this, the fire in her wouldn't licked and burnt down every positive thoughts she ever perceived on friends! Because by accusing others, it will quench the satisfaction of injustice she hope someday will be justified.

with the unsurmountable volatile emotional commotions parading in her thoughts, she has also discovered the unperturbed and secluded ripples somewhere inside her...
she knows she has made the right choice. she has been showered with gift not everyone gets everyday. for she has settled down on a sacred land and she has dug out treasure no money can buy.

she smiles... after drawing in a long deep cup of air. slowly she turns around only to realize he was standing all the while behind her observing her contrast against the saffron and golden honey-coloured sky...

see, this is the invisible support she has always needed. she made an oath upon her life that she will be the crutch when he is paralysed, and the shoulder for support when he cries again...

this doesn't account to much senses if one use logics and facts to calculate. so be it. please do not comment on my incomprehensible post.
he is bestowed with patience that can rival the strongest ship travelling in a storm. he wears the toughest shield that can reflect most sharp and stinging animosity. This is him. The hero within.

unlike some...