My Half-Filled Glass

Here I am again, to cry my heart out. Nobody will read this, that I know. Maybe after some years when I read this, I may laugh at myself as to how sick I was. Or maybe I'll just realise that some things never change. Only He has the answer..

Once upon a time, I wanted to get on stage and sing my heart out. Like any dream. I ran after it. I fell flat on my face.

Once upon a time, somebody loved me. I gave it all I had. Fell flat on my face.

Now I write and write. Life's put me down. So I weave words, to bring out that pain. The pain never ceases to exist.

Keep on moving. Keep on fighting. Never give up. The usual cliche thoughts. Moving on is just a "default" option. Nothing can substitute the feeling of victory. But sometimes, its just on written...

I stopped going for gigs. I hardly watch artists performing live. When I see em, I see my broken dream. I start feeling the pain all over again.


You'll only walk the walks, you're MEANT to walk. You'll only get stuff, you're MEANT to get.

Till now, I feel incomplete. Of all the aspirations and dreams, one need stands above. The need of "Love"...

Coz

My life's like a half filled glass. Nobody really wants to drink from it. They all think its a wasted one...


Such is my life. *sigh*

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