Duo Life

Once in my life, I thought I could never live without my past.

Reasoning by reasoning rolls my mind.

Oh! the happy moments with sprinkles of tears.

How could I throw them all away?

I felt like walking through the mud; every step seems to be so heavy and difficult.

That was then..

Now?

I, myself, am confused.

I took walks, hoping every step symbolizes a step closer to a new life.

Songs after songs I listened to; none clicks me!

People wish to be remembered, while I wish I could be forgotten. Sometimes, I wish I could be invisible. AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa!!! I screamed! I yelled! I cried! I fell onto the ground, still I tried to find a better way to express the explosion.

Nothing changes huh?!?!?

Oh! I gotta stop exaggerating. It's not that bad, right?

Yet, I have to stop being so ironic to myself.

I am not okay, even though I want to be, and I absolutely will.

*Looking at my own reflection*

I whispered, "Don't worry about me, I am fine. Trust me, I'll be okay so go on."

Surprisingly, "it" replied, "I can't, I'd rather run backward,"

"You can do it!!! Stop being such a crybaby! Stop thinking of how beautiful your life was, look at how splendid it is now, simply better."

*Endless debate and arguments were like birds chirping on my ears*

Conclusion? None beside "I am fine :) though I do not seems like I am", or in other words, "I am not fine though I might seems like I am"

I don't know...