the Guy that was

May 21, 2010

Loitering around damped places, in dark moments, he would look above at the stars, shining and twinkling brightly in the dark vigorously large vacuum, and wish he had someone to hold hands and share his longings, someone to share his breathe with, someone everybody around were lucky with, and not him.
He lost love once, but still had immense faith in it, even after loosing everything else, he once owned. He believed love had answers to all his longings. He knew what the world has turned out to be, completely different than what he wanted from it. He knew, he had to chase love, only to know he’d fall down every time in his search.
Every night, he would light a reefer and think, what if? He longed for love, he longed for love from a female, someone he could count on, someone who would trust him, and him, her. Someone he could share his stories with, who would listen to his life otherwise? He had lived long.
He wanted the world to know him, he was different. But who is to blame, this world cannot judge someone immensely, because it failed numerous times, and learned each time to judge a person with the same perception, and we cannot blame the world for it, you were just born in the wrong era my friend.