Tuesday, August 16, 2005 10:24 AM
they and them.
let me tell you a story of what they do. they feed you with their lies. they treat you to their spectacular feast of promises. they cook up their specialities of elaborate distractions. it does not matter if you live to eat or if you eat to live. they just want you to gorge on their tales of every somebody else. good people turned bad in their hands just like that. they were lousy chefs. do you not see it, how they insult your tastebuds as if you did not know better. so painfully obvious it has become, are the bitter pills now harder to swallow? or have you been taken in by the sweetness that laced their poisonous delicacies? you told me that everything do not taste the same anymore. and then quietly you added that they do not have any taste at all.
tasteless.
in your usual earnest manner, you try and try again to exude that goodness which lies behind your kind eyes. so different you are from them for theirs are eyes which are blinded by their selfness while yours are illuminated by your selflessness. they do not see you for all they see are their self-indulgences and their self-interests. so all they do is to colour your world bleak. it all became so dark and so stark. so lifeless that even you do not wish to care anymore. it came to a point where black is now blue, blue is now black, purple and green are the same shades of red and you say hello to the yellow that is actually a nice touch of pink. what is happening? somehow, you forgot what colours are. worse yet, you think they do not matter anymore.
colourless.
you went along with them. you went through your motions. you played your fiddle like how they played theirs. you thought you were part of a really cool band, but all you were was just an imitation of some imitation. and soon, you were just playing with the air. you do not even know where your fiddle went or when it left.
soundless.
tasteless. colourless. soundless. you see how mine is a world which has easily turned into a senseless one.
the dulling sensations creep in bit by bit. i do not even know i was hit. so useless i was, i got so used to it.
would you paint my world again?
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