How can I be wrong if *___* has done it too?

(Tried to reduce the size of the pic for sensitive viewers... By the way, they are TWINS )




Recently I saw a few pictures (and a directors cut) of twin brothers who happen to be models. Initially I thought ..."cute"... As I went through more pictures, they uhm... as my friend would put it, left a lot to be desired.





Which brings me back to the matter at hand. One time I was sitting with a friend and we were talking about life... Our struggles, obstacles, etc. The only interesting thing about this conversation is that, as soon as I mentioned my misfortune, my friend became alert. I mean pupils dilated, whole attention on me. Could have sworn I saw gratification and a sense of superiority in the expression. Confusing... I know...

Later, looking back at what happened, I didn't understand how one can find joy in someone's pain. The sad truth is, we do... Me included... It's puzzling how someone else's misfortune can make someone feel better about their misfortune. Its like feeling better about your obesity state because there is someone fatter (lack of a better word at the moment) than you out there. Looking at reality, it is quite sad because regardless, you are still susceptible to many health issues. Back to the friend, it was like measuring their worth compared to someone else. Yet we find it acceptable in today's world.

When did it become so hard to tell "friends" when they are going down the wrong path? When did we start justifying our wrong acts with "I have seen worse things out there..."?
I saw the Patriota twins and said cute, but in all sense, brotherly love has no limit, some pictures are just art but then again...*shrugs*

*But then again, this is just me...*shrugs*

If you don't get the "art" part, shame on you!

"He who sees one side of the "coin" might walk(follow) the "right" path but will never reach the destination..."

"He who wanders in love(in faith, with faith, with  love), may wander far but God will always bring him back to the blessed"

(Fr John)

When the past stays in the past... (with reason)

I closed my eyes to reflect on what I had just read...

A little kid pops up, and starts running around... lets say a "house of shows"... From room to room a different story was being told. We got to a door that had familiar faces. It was not a pretty picture, but when the kid left, I stayed behind... Trapped in a story I was creating, watching an unfortunate event that made me sad.

Now looking back, it wasn't just someone I knew in the room, but someone I felt weirdly connected to. Still it felt like I was in the past... Trapped in the past. Funny thing is that is exactly how I have been feeling lately. I have been anticipating my past to happen (I know). Its like I want to go back in time so bad that I have forgotten to face today as a new day with new opportunities... To live and enjoy this moment. Its mostly what if... 

What if I wasn't supposed to leave the other day...

What if I wasn't supposed to love the melody we once made because it's no more...

What if it was still here...

What if I tell you what I want, will you change? 

For me or for yourself?

What if I just listened to what people say, take it as it is and forget what really happened?

...I remember the other day I was walking home and it was quite chilly, but I felt alive and warm because for once everything made sense. I was walking away from something only I understood in order to make someone understand. Its like what they always say, "You never realise the value of water until its not there" (yeah i had to use water). Okay, for real now, it's like hearing someone say they don't know why they still talk to you... you walk away and then they don't "understand" why you did and they stop talking to you... I guess now at least they have a reason why you don't talk...

I took one last look into the room and walked away... 

...I want to be in love...

That's what I want.

I think everybody deserves that... 

(Unknown)

No. 2

2nd month of consistency and what have I learnt:

He is quiet                                                           She loves drama...or is it the other way around

He likes her... a lot                                                           She is in-love

He likes to write                                                           She likes waking up to the sound of his...

He says, "You are the only exception..."                                                  She is a Toy soldier

Reflections through a window

I finished this a few months back, funny thing is I don't remember writing this piece but I remember how I related to it.

I see you look at me,
but you really are only looking through me.
So transparent am I,
The sadness I bear in my heart
Is reflected by a distant glare...

The loneliness I have camouflaged
With my ever glowing smile and
Unequalled twinkle in my eye
But what you don’t know is that, the twinkle has long evaded me.
Or is it life that has stolen it from me..?

My heart I opened up to you
And my love leaked out while you pondered what it is you wanted to do.
With a sudden flare my soul erupts
And I am caught in the snare they call loneliness.

Every night I convince myself tomorrow will be better,
Pass out in bed just to evade my thoughts
Hoping to wake up with you like in my dreams,
Only to find that daylight has eluded me,
Its night again and I am all alone.

My soul cries out in anguish
For, as I have seen through your soul,
I thought you knew the sadness I bear,
Yet, so transparent I am you see through me
Trying to reach out I finally see,
It’s not your reflection I see but a memory of you before me
And as I continue looking out the window,
I start to fade as darkness falls into night and loneliness becomes my friend.

I see you look at me,
But I really am only looking through you...
So transparent you are...
As your memory fades and I start to see through the glass window...

Disclaimer: By Rotondwa Sadiki

*Turns out I finished it, a close friend wrote the 1st half...
(explains the English)