Shades Of Life

Friday, February 6, 2009

And the one on No edit - no reread..

Because the talent comes from abroad
I can't help not noticing.
I search and I click
to further satisfy the wants not needs
of knowing a talent abroad.
A talent abroad so soulful so pure
so naturally white I'm sure.
The talent abroad became a dream
became a therapy.
Searching for tales of his life
of his brothers and sisters
and how his mother strived.
To see how his brothers look like
and hear how they sound like
to try to feel how it is being them
and have that rushing sensation
that seems like I was a part of it.
Pictures after pictures
I scanned through and peeked.
Music after music
i heard and sang out loud
in my room uncaring of what others think.
And videos after videos
I watched thinking
wow how great is it to be them
how wonderful his mother met his father
how gratetful I was to God to have created
such invention.
However, a minute ago I realised
No matter how many pictures I've seen
No matter how many music I've sang and heard
No matter how many videos I've watched
and no matter how loyally and faithfully I follow
I will still be hollow
inside
knowing that I will always be
the girl in the crowd.
too far to be noticed
too small to be seen
to soft to be heard.
I will always be the girl behind the screen
unknowing of her identity.
Unseen through the wires and cabels of connection.
But she continues to adore
but sadly to much failure.
of hoping of at least a hello
and a hi.
she realises that
nope, never will it happen
and was snapped back to reality.
The dream man
and the Mr. Therapy Man
suddenly just became the talent abroad.
Again.

and yes.. her obsession faded.

slowly in thin air.

But her used to be therapy man

still lies concrete in her heart

and not like a smashed bottle

thrown on a concrete street

because every night with the presence of the talent abroard

she feels she became a criminal

to the obsession knowing that

she never needed to look up at the stars anymore

because wishing is optional when she followed him

make sense it may not

but deep within it rings a bell.

an obsession gone wild

is like fire

it will die out pretty sure, it will

and obsession dies.

but a fan, she continues to be,

hoping for great success for the talent abroad

that used to be her Mr. therapy man.

and now the golden train has arrived.

she chose to take it and leave her past behind.

at least that was what her criminal told her to.

Jugshatu 2/06/2009 12:55:00 AM

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