Thursday, May 3, 2007

Musings of the Undead

It wasn’t serious, what he said. But he said it alright.

It wasn’t even a promise.

It was just one of those things you say when you want to express something and you don’t want to sound serious about it.

I mean, I didn’t take what he said seriously. Yet sometimes, I couldn’t help but wonder: What if he didn’t leave? Would we have continued playing with the beat? Or would we have ended up dancing? Together.

But he succumbed to the easiest way out of our everydays. So I guess, I will no longer find the answers.

And when everyone has left—everyone whom I drive away and push out of my life—when they’re all gone, he won’t be there to keep that thing he said which he didn’t want to sound serious about.

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