'your life is how you painted it..'
Leaving the memories blank so that I can have some freedom to paint it in the future.. I thought i could..I thought I was given the right to do so..Someday..someone spilled some black paint on the blank piece of memory..it was an accident..hence no one is to be blamed..
Unfortunately, the black paint become a permanent mark..Could not be removed..Ever since then, there was no way that I can paint on something that is already spoilt..Leaving it the way it is..Ignorance...It's an eyesore..My life was never wonderful since then..
Some commented that however bad is the mark, you can try to make it into a beautiful painting..I am a fragile being..unwilling to review the horrible piece that causes all the eyesore. However someday, people came walked into my life, and repainted the permanent mark. Writing a stop sign, as though the mark was not there.Maybe he/she did not notice that the mark was still there even after wearing occurs with time.
No matter what is done, the mark will always be there..One thing i could not understand is who permitted that bastard to come walk into my life and step on my memories, and painted as he/she wishes to? That is my life...no one is authorized to interfere with it..
IF there is anyway to bleach off the mark there, i would have did it.
The mark is there, the wound is there.
The pain i bear, would not be felt.
The tear i shed, would not be seen.
The cry in my heart, would not be heard
Suddenly, i realised that it was total stupidity to mind what others think as no one actually give a damn to what's happening to you..
I love my family..
