Truth, like a medicine, though bitter in taste but heals…
Its late night, I can feel the silence of darkness but it isn’t scary. In fact, it’s promising; it can never be worse then this. It’s raining. It’s not good. This rain is not to hide my tears. It’s lightning but this doesn’t show me any path. I can listen to the sound of falling rain but I don’t feel happy anymore as I used to when I was a child. The world is not good anymore.
The real fact: world has never been good. It was me. We just see others like we are. Now I am not good. I have lost my innocence; I have become one of you. Should I be happy? No, I can’t be. I have to be different, I still need to see the world as I used to. The world will be good again.The rains will never be so strange again.
What, I’ll be ruined? I don’t care! But I can’t live like this, this is not me. This is just you inside me.
I want to be me. The unusual!
