That guy...
That guy is staring at me. he is sitting deep in his own realms thinking about himself and how life will go on from here. he is still staring at me. i wonder why.
he tells me he was someone before. he tells me he did well before. he did very well before, indeed. he tells me he can still do something great. he tells if he can, he doesn't want to continue his life like this, forever. but things just dont go the way he wants and dreams it to be...
he told me he has been lasting so long for other people. so many other people he wants to thank. for being with him all the way. there's one person especially. without that person, he probably wouldn't have lasted so long. it was that person values, things that the person believed in(or at least what he thinks she believes in), that kept him going. but now, he starts to think again as thoughts and emotions flood his mind. did he actually started to get going? did he?
this guy staring at me is too much. he seems like he is in a world of his own. i tried to enter his world but to no avail... regardless how hard i tried to enter his world, i never 'failed' to make fun of his antics and make him feel like a loser to the rest of my friends. he was a loner, and i was a bully.
he never once felt a sense of belonging to his given place in this very institution... he feels he should have been given that place in his dream school. he still feels so. but that person he knew is keeping his flame alive, regardless how small it may be.
oh... did i mentioned he still have a tiny burning flame within him? he feels cold. very cold. especially after 4 very 'hot' years of a gigantic burning flame within him. now that it became smaller after so many 'stones' in his path, he feels lost. maybe he needs time-out.
i said that i was a bully. a big one. never 'failing' to make fun of him everyday... but i know as the time gradually go by with me and him interacting more, he knows that i am badmouthing and insulting him behind his back. even so, he maintains that emotionless face, that i-don't-know-they-are-making-fun-of-me face.
he tells me something before he takes that long nap. wait. is it a short nap. nobody knows. all he needs is a nap. until then, that flame might remain lit, or extinguished.
he might never want to be awakened ever again...
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