Songs for the wounded.

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There is so much you want to tell the universe.
but the universe is nonchalant and ignorant.
The world walks up to you and says hello casually, every single day, in the hallways or whenever she sees you.
Every now and then you make up your mind and decide that this is going to be the day you face The universe, but all the courage that you built up the past few days betrays you, and you drag your feet back in defeat.
you make yourself the same promise, only to break it again, over and over and over.
You can't do this anymore, but you don't know what else to do.
maybe if it wasn't for her careless walk across the room, or the way she effortlessly smiles as if she doesn't have a speck of a worry or an ounce of a burden on her shoulders.
you hate her, but at the same time, you know you can't blame her..  
after all, you're the one who's impact by the majestic sound of her voice and the calm blue of her aura.
and while you're overwhelemed by her presence, unlike you, she remains unaffected and unfazed by your mere existence.
that's why you hate her.
still you don't blame her.
for an ocean is not disturbed by a tiny flint.  

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