Of Hello-s and Goodbyes

Hello.

She was as always spontaneous and creative with her random thoughts, she never proclaimed almighty but she knows she can..~almighty to the universe which is herself, against any other man.

She was profound when coming to and fro honesty, always factual when she lies.

She never saw him the way he thought he was seen by her, he was always shining in her eyes~ "oh those eyes" she said, she adored these for a thousand years and has always known it would never last, but she has never told what she should have said, yes she did not~ She now holds the scarlet letter of regret and forever quest to beat the best.

She is a jealous actress, an epitome of falsified-perfection, faking smiles as those ray of sunshine touch her cheeks, her lips, her arms,her chest, her soul, her life..yet in all of its ironic sense, she has never felt this fine.

She's better off, that's what she always thinks. Mind over matter. Though a glance in a far away horizon is still her usual routine, with or without this someone..a peek or two is now more like her usual blinking.

Blink one, blink two.tears.

Headsets in its max~ she now has her occasional amnesia.

She kept weeping for months which nobody noticed, she looked majestic with such fine feathers nobody knew what's underneath..a rotten corpse coming to an annual commemoration if and only if she forgets that she has indeed forgotten.

< Door screeches>

<Lights blind her eyes as she tries to take a peek of that someone in the door>

<Blinded still, now with amazing patches of colored lights perplexing her vision>

"Oh shit! my eyes" she said.

The view is now vivid. 

"Holy mother of God." she cried.

You.

She sings a song:

She listens and sings and sobs and smiles and stares blankly:

She sang a song: 

I watched you cry, bathe in sunlight by the bathroom door

You said you wish you did not love me anymore

You left your flowers in the backseat of my car

The things we said may have left permanent scars

Obsessed, depressed at the same time

I can't even walk in a straight line

I'm a light in the dark, no sunshine

She cries, "This is more than goodbye

When I look into your eyes

You're not even there"

It's just a feeling, just a feeling, just a feeling that I have

Just a feeling, just a feeling that I have

'Cause it's just a feeling, just a feeling, just a feeling

You've hit your low

You've lost control, you want him back

You may not believe me but I gave you all I had

Undressed, confessed that you're still mine

I rolled around in a bed full of tears and I

I'm still laying in the dark, no sunshine

She cries, "This is more than goodbye

When I look into your eyes

You're not even there"

It's just a feeling, just a feeling, just a feeling that I have

Just a feeling, just a feeling that I have

'Cause it's just a feeling, just a feeling, just a feeling

So much to say it's not the way she does her hair

It's the way she seems to stare right through my eyes

And in that darkest day that she refused to run away

It's just a feeling, just a feeling, just a feeling that I have

Just a feeling, just a feeling that I have

It's just a feeling

It's just a feeling, just a feeling, just a feeling that I have

(I can't believe that it's over)

Just a feeling, just a feeling that I have

And I can't believe that it's over, yeah

"You are not just that" someone said.

"He was...<and stops> was we" she thought, looks back and smirks.

And many YOU AREs fluttered the room but she never cared...

Someone filled the four corners of the room with words that if she could have heard may save a part of her soul, well who will ever know.

She smiled, acted she cared and said: 

"I can't believe that it's over."

Enough.

Endless murmurs she did:

"When is enough really enough?"

Battle city; the only game she excelled playing, now in her head, memories of a happy childhood complete with both pillars side-by-side, side...by...side in the living room bets up, she's got all stars. Memories, now back in her treasure box, reality kicks its way in...

There are times on a usual journey to work she asks, where is the eagle base in this battle city? That would be the end of this war, of this madness, I need to destroy that base, maybe we could RESTART. <void>

/There are times on a usual journey to work she asks, where is the eagle base in this battle city? That would be the end of this war, of this madness, I need to destroy that base, maybe we could propose that this war is enough.<30> <#><apir><pwede>

Endless murmuring, she continues:

"Is it as well an accepted norm for the highest specie, homo sapiens, to actually proclaim a limit to certain illogical thoughts?"

"When is irrational acceptable and when is it over the top?"

"Enough, what is even the pronoun to state the quality of being enough."

Enoughity<void>

Enough<valid>

"Is it even a pronoun then" she asks..acts she doesn't care. 

"Is he okay?"

"@#$%^&@#$%^&* enough!! "

Someone asked her, "you okay?"

She replied.....

"I can't believe that it's over."

Goodbye.

It was a foggy Monday morn and someone smiles at her and says,

"Good morning beautiful."

She tried for some seconds to look into that person's eyes..

now tells herself,

"enough"

 Decided now to look down on the floor and hide a flattered smile.

 "Shut up you ^__^ "

So this is how battle city looks like in the end.

 Eagle base down, a day with a tad bit sunshine.

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