life and living are two different things... while you breathe, speak, eat, walk and run in one. the other allows you to smile, think, hurt and love. though you can't live without being alive, you can be alive without living.

and as you continue to stare at the world with big empty eyes...

as mechanical as a puppet left rotting in an empty corner of an old theatre.
as blank as the glass eyes of forgotten heroes
as empty as the hallway of an abandoned hospital
as hollow as a hidden cave devoid by all its beauty

and you will continue to go on living... there is nothing to do. it is but a sin to end one's life, though the idea is as tempting as they come.

i smiled when i finished reading my piece, i expectantly look at you for an approval or understanding of some sort

i frowned as i watch your lips curved into a smile. funny how you do not really understand what i am trying to say, even if i say it aloud.

i turned back to hide my tears. i guess i am still human after, all i can still feel pain.

but what i want to feel most, is your arms around me.

and know that you understood me.