She was down on the floor. Shedding floods of tears. Pleading for forgiveness. For one more chance. A chance to make it all alright. Like it used to be.

She needed him. Not to hold her down. Not to tell her everything's alright. Not to protect her. She just needed him in front of her. To tell him she still cared, that she still winces every time he gets hurt. To let him know that she is there. That she's always been there.

She needed him to know all this. She had to tell him that she isn't like him. She would never leave him without warning. No. Not ever. Hell, she didn't even have the slightest idea.

And now, that she knelt on the ground. Flowers in her hand. She told him everything. Everything she wanted him to know. All the things she hadn't ever said before. She said it all. She knelt and she cried. She tried to touch him. But the ground came in between.

So she just knelt and cried. Flowers in her hand. She told him everything he needed to know. Everything and more.

The moment he saw her. He knew. He'd seen her before. They've spent ages together. Hand in hand. Arm in arm. Walking across lonely forests, wearing nothing but moonlight.
But. He didn't know her name. He never had.
She stretched out her hand to him. He refused to take it. His mind wandered off to a place he'd never seen before. To a place he'd been avoiding all his life.
She started humming Iqbal Bano. Then. He Knew. He knew where she's been all this while. In his heart. A place he seldom visited.

" It's easy and it takes a minute. ", said the Reaper.
" Does it hurt?", she asked.
" Only your family"
" Oooh. Is there any other way out?"
" Nah, not really. "
" But what about my family?"
"They'll live. "
" What about me? *_*"
" You won't "

Nobody Said It Was Easy.
It's Such A Shame For Us To Part.
Nobody Said It Was Easy.
Nobody Said It Was So Hard.
I'm Going Back To The Start.




You know. The one thing you appreciate about life. Is the greener side. But. I've seen it all. And nothing makes sense. Trust me. It doesn't. The grass is the same color, if not a shade lighter. I'm ashamed to tell the people, I meet in my dreams, that I'm from the Earth. It's not really like me to conform with everyone else, you see. If you say you're from the Earth. I don't want to be associated with it, anymore. So. The next time people ask you where you're from. Please say Maldives.

And when you wake up in the morning and find out that the person who you're looking for jumped out the balcony. last night. The world doesn't feel the same

Okay. It's been the longest time since I've written something. Not that you care.

This last year. Sucked. It had some of the best times I've had this year. And DEFINITELY the worst.

I can't bring myself to saying all the shit that went on in the last two months of two thousand and nine. But just know. It was bad. And now I'm all alone.

I don't want to face people. Because they ask questions.

I don't want to answer these questions. Because it hurts.

And then. People take advantage of the vulnerability to tell me they're 'there' for me. When they never really are.

Your tears don't fall.
They crash around me.

I like writing when I know nobody else is reading what I'm writing. It gives you a happy feeling. God knows how much I could use some of that.

It's funny. And ironic. How I'm known as the happiest kid around. Or the one who's never sad.
When every single time I laugh. I'm pretending.

No. I don't find your jokes funny. I never have. I don't want you to stop cracking them. Because then there'll be an awkward silence between us. And I don't like those. God knows how much I hate those. At least I know you're trying. Even if it is half-no-quarter-heartedly.

It's strange how God seems to know so much. But. He couldn't let her stay with us.

I bet He knew how we'd feel. How badly the black hole sucked everything out of our lives.

It's just strange.


Off In The Night.
While You Live It Up.
I'm Off To Sleep.
Waging Wars Against The Poet And The Beat.