Takes me a while to figure things out and more so to believe them and to be convinced of them. And it has taken me a lot of failures of the heart to believe-whatever happens,happens for the best. But how exactly are you suppose to feel when all that you feel, believe and had an inclination of being true .. was only a figment of imagination. Your own created imagination. Stupid. immature. Impractical- imagination. In my figment- I soared, I flew and most of all I was loved by the one who I love. But that's in my figment. Travelled across the horizon without a promise,without a surety but just travelled.. Plain and period. Spend it all off to just sit and watch the wonders of not being wanted.The hormone rushes of a 30 year olds and the phantoms of their fantasies- Exuding his drunken but true desires. Only to watch the ridicule of love - or the falling away of love that I harboured. Not for a year or two but exactly for half of an decade. As I sat by the stairs - watchi...
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