As my memories send me to the past I live my youth and feelings by motion. Imprisoned by a shell designed to protect me from shocks, harm and inevitably people. In a figure of speech I can safely say that people are capable of harming intentionally and not. Believing in concept that compassion wouldnt exist without amount of pain and suffering, for my sake it was set to block all. I seem to be installed with an antivirus engineered to eliminate all chances and possibilities for approaching intimacy or closeness to any humanoid. Its Ironic really once its put to thought but even then and still now a fact remains for me to believe that all who enter my life carrying for them affection, adore and admiration are destined for fast departure sooner or later. ????Remembering how many have walked out of my life without further notice I smile with fade. I am a memory of their past as they are memories of mine, haunted by these shadows of a lost time so dear yet depressing, so familiar yet strange, haunted by memories.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 08:10:48 +0000
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