Touching a beautiful flower and finding it be poisonous, getting sliced into tiny bits by tender wings of butterflies, walking in the scorching sun barefoot and getting burned only by the shadows.
Life has shown it all and more. It’s a funny world I guess where people much younger then you, bounded in strings of relationship, even those who where in your arms when they were just new borns, come up from behind to plant their poisonous daggers through your heart.
Indeed cowards, who say they cant stand you but in fact they don’t have the courage to face you. They will be dead-silent when they will be around you, forced by their guilt they flinch and wince with fear of being notice, pretending not even to exist, shielded behind a show of arrogance.
Fools, what bloody fools. They think they have concurred something substantial by harming, undermining disgracing you but in fact they have just lost their share of love, their chance of contentment, of being felt alive. Oblivious of the fact they it is they them selves who will be left alone to be haunted by the horrors of this world and to fight the demons in the end all alone.
But what else can be expected from people, people who have been long dead, devoid of all feelings, of the joy, beauty, of love and devoid of their soul.