Wake up

You like snow

STARTING FROM SCRATCH

But only if its warm

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A NEW BEGINNING

I feel like everything around me has changed, like for the better.
Its like, everything is brighter, everything feels good. The world
seems wonderful now. Probably because, before I really put effort
into moving on, I’m always looking down. Just looking at my feet,
always hiding my sadness and even worse, holding on to all my
sadness. I looked at couples around me, and I get jealous.
But now, I look up and all around me, I see the world anew.

I CAN LOOK BACK AND SMILE

After sulking for about a year, I finally looked at the sky
and it’s refreshing. Like, life is so much brighter now and
feels like its full opportunities. I’m even smiling to myself
when I look back. I used to look back and cry, telling myself
that I loved her so much. Now its like, I look back and smile,
telling myself, I really loved her that much, and I’m proud
of it. I don’t know if it makes sense to you.

SENSITIVE

Of course I do feel like tearing sometimes, but
I promised not to cry anymore. She’s happy, I
shouldn’t curse her happiness by being unhappy
about it. I should be happy for her, that she could
find someone, despite the toils she went through.
I’ve been a blessing in her life, and just because
I can’t be with her anymore, doesn’t mean that I
should be hurting myself. Probably there’s a girl out there
who’s looking for a blessing. I don’t know if I should
enter a relationship so soon, but its the 1st step to moving on.

LAUGHTER

I want to be someone’s angel, I no longer have
hate in my heart. I’ve shed my black wings, and chased
away the dark clouds. I’ve grown a new pair of wings,
A pair of white ones. I want to be someone’s angel, I know that
I have the ability to do that. I know I can make someone’s life
a living paradise. Why? Because I’ve done that before.

CHANGE IS GOOD

For once, I believe in myself. I think the old mike is back. I thought he died on
14th Dec 2008. He was buried, under my hate and sorrow. Covered
by a black shell, hiding behind a mask. Black tears flowing from
the eyes, and black feathered wings made of razors. Each time
lash my wings, it cuts me, and hurts the ones around me.
But that night, while talking a long dreadful walk on the 9th of August,
I managed to break that mask of sorrow. How? By smiling, sincerely.
Light broke through the cracks and the razors fell off, and in its place,
was beauty. What stood tall in the dark, with light shining out from my heart,
head held high, was me!

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Because its easy not to

I’LL AWAYS BE YOUR ANGEL

So much easier not to