I am not capable of handling so much. I am positive that everything I say is a jaw opener; and I hardly mean it in a positive manner. Why does it have to be me and only me? My words have been suppressed for too long and is it wrong to think that I have got the world when I find a dear in you? Maybe, I really don't deserve this world I think I got. It looks over the top anyway. My language gets all sorts of horrible when I am overwhelmed with emotions (which is the best time to call your inner friend to come save you). That's also the time when my face is the victim to all these irritating  tears and snot that I know is quite pathetic. A rainbow colored touch me not with a foolish belief that I will be better next time. Just like the flower we all love with a penchant. To see it losing its beauty by sweetly trampling on it, when it bows and you marvel at how all the flowers seem to react as such. And the next morning you remember about this act of yours and you see it in full bloom. You don't wholly realise how easily it bent to your will and there is no fight for "guilt". After all, guilt is for the honoured and do you deserve to be one of them?

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©VioletEden