I know you see me in a different way; the longer you stay beside me. I'm sorry, but you stared too long and I let you in too deep. It's time for you to go, time for me to let go. Leave before I disintegrate and burn into flames right before your eyes. The world is bleeding colors and I think I'm on self destruction again.

This time, I'll sit at the same old place, humming the same old tunes, while watching you go. I'll sit here and lie to you that I won't wait for another person like you.
Call it a sickness if you may. Or a syndrome if you might. But the colors are bleeding right from the hollows of my eyes. The sky is gray, the clouds are blue, very blue. The sun is the strangest hue. The birds are all dead, scattered all around, glassy-eyed and not a sound. My words unravel to my feet like moths upon old scarves-...

...dear Sir, have you seen my happiness recently?

I lost it a couple of years back when I realised that everything is never going to be the same anymore.

Some nights I lie awake and try to grasp that all-too-familiar feeling that overwhelms me, that tears apart my whole being, and brings me to my knees. There are some things I wish I didnt do. Some things I wish I did. Some things I want to do. But I never found the courage to.

Dear Sir, have you seen my passio-...

...I'm really sorry to bother you. I should have known that the day that I chose truth over lies would be the day where my pride, my dreams will no longer cease to be mine.

Bottom line is, I'm too afraid, too empty, too nothing, to accomplish anything at the end of the day.

Dear Sir, could you tell me that life isn't just like that?

I'm sorry. For the all things that I have done. For all the things I could have done. And for the things I should have done.

I'm really sorry.