Ache

Pain is something that can be hidden too easily but to deal with it behind closed doors is another story altogether. Being with friends is one of the many methods and to have one of the those closer to heart just standing away from the crowd with you, without much being said, inhaling hard on those cancer causing oxygen tubes and giving you a gentle BFG hug will simply draw out that residual smile from you. Without putting anyone in a difficult position of having to take sides, bitter smiles was the only way to send messages across. To control the emotions from developing into a flood was hard but necessary. To be wronged with endless misunderstandings was sufficiently painful and exasperating. If it brings the period to the period, then so be it.

As painfully amazing and equally excruciatingly amusing, one can actually switch from totally understanding to unbelievably off. Things within controlled have been changed or refined over the months and years but things not within control are others' perspective. People see and hear what they want to see and hear and no amount of explainations will aid the understanding. The colour test during my first coffee with Urban Legend came back to haunt me on how people choose to see what they want. It's like putting on the blinkers and charging for the next target. The change in direction can be so sudden yet focused.

Open wounds kept getting dug at before the path of recovery can begin. To put all the pain to a close, the mind being the main culprit must start working harder than before. The legs must learn to move before the walking even begins. No matter how one can be stubborn and press on, the responses and environment will set the stage on the sheer possibility. If no explainations can alter perception then leaving it status quo might just be healthier for memories sake.


傻瓜 我们都一样
被爱情伤了又伤
相信这个他不一样
却又再一次受伤
傻瓜 我们都一样
受了伤却不投降
相信付出会有代价
代价只是一句傻瓜