3 July 2012

Ground Zero

Its as though I could never know when I'm about to break, I chose the best time today- when I was at work. My superior was probably discussing something with me...
It must have been some matter of grave importance because I could hear his voice despite my exceedingly loud distraction then suddenly, I felt a sense of helplessness that I could not exonerate myself from. 

I must have seen something which I had absolutely no interest in, or so I thought. Why did it bothers me so much why, a slew of garbage images came flooding. Him, a nobody that had found somebody.

Life is like a bad poem- "here you live, here you die, and when you think you've survived, he'd then forfeit your life." 

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