lost;

24 Apr

i feel lost.
i can stare at the wall and count the ticking of the clock.
the last few words were….hanging by the thread.
i can’t imagine what you must be thinking about now.
as you carry on the duty to the nation.

i know you hate it, detest it.
the precious two years wasted.
so here i am, trying to make you happy every weekend.
but there you are, waiting for me to flee.

there is the exit door.
don’t push me there.
because if i want out, i can let myself out.

i believe in you but it is never enough if you don’t start believing in yourself.
the gifts are meant to be loved, inspired and shared.
it was never a matter of whether you can reciprocate.

gifts are meaningless if not accompanied by the powerful hidden messages.
if you are clueless, start learning.
if you decide to remain clueless, then you will eventually lose me.

and you will lose me forever.

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